Shell

 

Press your ear

to the shell.

You can hear the sea.

Press your ear next to mine,

you will hear my brain

ticking slowly.

Let your head rest

upon my chest

and you will hear

my love

beat its rhythm,

in protest,

against the hate

that manifests

in the hearts of

so many men.

Press you ear

against my lips

and whispered words

into your head will slip.

Words that hold

away the dread

and sweetly say,

I'm here for you,

any time, any day.

 

 

 

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