part of the appeal 

is opening the shell


the anticipation makes 

mouths wet 


thinking of you 

when you’re not around 


rhythm of these shells 

sets me humming 


search for the seam

the cracking and opening


and then the finger 

to the mouth 


doing it over again 

until lips dry out

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