the shell

as it stands, this night

is oceanquiet and stardark

left for me and my

sludged steps onward

the shoreline lies fallow

eager for trespassing

or any injected voice

into its fertile overlay

and then this shell 

in its own decorum

rounded out from the sand 

as if brightly displayed

calls out to me in reply

to an unspoken need,

sensed within senselessness

as if already it was known

my love lies away from me

as quiet as this shell

waiting for a reaching hand

and an eye that adores it so;

I stole it from the night

with good intentions promised

and sent it as a gift

something real, something honest

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