Conch—
I discovered what was on
the other side of
the love packet when I turned
it inside out.
There is nothing more there
than the inner lining of
scattered bump lings bulging
like clingy dumplings of flesh, and
I realized that the best sensation
was experienced outside-in
when touching the ribbing
pulsating at the tip,
maw of the conch where its gelatinous
gates open like the lips of a hungry
mouth miming the welcoming O
©2009 j.a.o.a.
the other side of
the love packet when I turned
it inside out.
There is nothing more there
than the inner lining of
scattered bump lings bulging
like clingy dumplings of flesh, and
I realized that the best sensation
was experienced outside-in
when touching the ribbing
pulsating at the tip,
maw of the conch where its gelatinous
gates open like the lips of a hungry
mouth miming the welcoming O
©2009 j.a.o.a.
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