Conch Shell

I lay my head on his chest

I realize he is my conch shell

Who reports to me what

My deepest seas could be

Our breathing in sync

His chest fills

The empty crevasses of my palm

I yearn to gaze into his eyes

There lives pools of honey

That does not leave residue

It coats my skin with ease like silk

He holds me tight

Dips me under the waves

Reveals me to the surface

For quick oxygen

And repeats

It put out my fires

And lets my steam rise and

Descend back as droplets

I submit

I Am



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