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We’re a pair
Of ocean ears.
The pattern of the tides are
Seared in shadows
Cast by flesh-colored curves
f seashell cartilage.
Nerves drift
In seaweed clusters
Beneath our skin’s sparkling surf while
White cotton buoys dance with shark fins,
Swabbing the salt sounds
That swirl between us.

Two sweet syllables

You spoke in passing.

Now I cup my hands to my ear

To feel each breath of sound

Brush against it

Like the waves of the ocean

Roaring in seashells.

Say my name again,

I like how it sounds

Passing through your lips.