The Conch

I used to hear the sea
when holding my conch up to my ear;
I never knew an ear could be
the same shape as a conch
or a heartbeat
mimicking its melody.

I used to miss the sea
when roaming from my home;
but now its melody
resounds to me through you
in pulse and breath and heartbeat.

You, portable new sea
and portable new home.
The currents of your body
sing my private lullaby
while I rest in your lee.

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