carapace

i offer these shells,
love, laid
along my arm

see
how at my wrist
spiral spine meets
the curve
of shallow
skin

see
how basin, open,
waiting,
rests,
base on exposed
flesh

see
how my veins
channel
these husks

lay your head,
love, listen
the rush

what a sound
emerges
from what a shrunken.
hollow,
space.

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