Conches
Th
e breeze observes my admiration
for conches shining in the sunshine
and limpets forever suckling the rock’s
smooth face taking life in through kisses
watery veins moist sustenance
and you stand on top of the rock
naked wet statue of a goddess
free into the sun’s embrace
as I admire your calligraphy, such
the conches’ shine on moist surfaces,
breeze answers with its song
of being in love with
your exquisite body as I am
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