Fingerprints

Fingerprints
By: Natasha D. Rufin

Fingerprints all over the shell
Of the man who knew it well
The only one to taste it
The only one to break it
Lines as fragile as the ones he used to capture it
Still surround it
She was the treasure he thought he wanted
A delicacy
A beauty
Something unique
Until he made it commonplace
Now she finally knows and understands
That you never cast your pearls to swines
No matter how fine
No matter how much they wine
Leave the pearls for the ones who are willing to pay the price
Leave the pearls for the king
He's the only one who will
Be willing and able to pay everything.