I will not wear
pearls like some women
around my neck
no, my pearls dropped down my back
last night with Michael's harp notes
falling then nestling hither beside and within the bones
the vertebrae
as I breathe they move, expand and iridesce
they seem filled with water and air, bubbling inside
cascading down from my ears
each finding its perfect home
decorating my eel
I will not flirt with you by playing with pearls
outside of me around my neck
no, you will not see that
I will move the pearls on my spine
to seduce you