An open letter to the conch

July 12, 2007

Once, I read that
what I hear
when I press you
against my ear
is the beating

of my own blood
against vessel walls.
Bleached, sanded,
polished and sitting
on my shelf –
you still remember
the sound of the ocean;

it reverberates
from close
to your heart
and into mine.
You are the lone
great rememberer:
no matter how great
a size you grow to
or not, you’ll recall this:
your home.


Filed under lust and love, Musings, poetry

3 responses to “An open letter to the conch

  1. this is very smooth.

  2. I’m reading this again, and thinking about how much I really like this. thought I’d let you know.

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