i opened up the shell of me to him
as common as it sounds
that juicy clam-like sea-wet self
all briny and a thief of sailors’ souls
i opened up with uncrossed thighs
his sighs were mine, divine
tangled in his hair the seawrack of my fingers
pulled the pearl of me against his tender teeth
wanted to come home come home come to him
as he rolled ’gainst me
i opened up the shell of me to him

and now sometimes
pressed to his ear, quite clear
he still hears the simple crashing sea of me.