Pearls

If all these tears turned to pearls

I would wear em round my collar.

I would dance until they sparkled.

I would cut my teeth on them and with a

Grin as grim as it is proper,

I would inlay them into my fangs.

I would fashion a crown fit for Aphrodite.

I would wear them as brass knuckles.

I would leave a trail behind me to help me find my way to the sea again.

From salt water I came, to salt water my pearls would return me.

If all these tears turned to pearls.