Same thing -- differently

It's a poem about mussels, about sensual love, about shadows.  About the forbidden.  Two visuals on the same text -- a softer approach and a rendition spoken from shadows.  Of course, salt has been added to the latter.

Does a great line of poetry turn your body into a tuning fork?

By the way, what is a great line of poetry? Is this (like so much) a matter of personal taste?




Mmmmm. Which food consistently makes me hum? Steamed mussels & garlic w/a glass of red. Particular company. Yes.