oui, shell sea

scallops for stroking, neptune’s toenails (gold, translucent, disc-like) for adorning trees and sills and small/large altars.

conches for sipping wine and cradling moss.

periwinkles to hang from strands of cornsilk above the bed of a baby.

devils pocketbooks for reminding us of desire, and our own dark and sexy hooks.

strands of egg-sacks a pearl-fed necklace, seafoam the ruffles of ankle length socks.

a song of smothering discomfort from familiarizing one’s self with our natural extensions, neighbors reflecting our own insides and twists.

i’d like to find out more.

i am horny and wish for you to come over and blossom like a rose, to sip from your center and suck up your last tendrils of wanting, the viscous discharge of the sea-silk sweet and shining.