a love letter I’ll never send
dear snail-shell
how is the lighting in there with your opaque ceiling affording the sun in any season I love your body—how with it you are slow but invite introspection
intimacy or solitude comes without shock and you accommodate yourself ample room in any terrain —even to sink to depths upon filling with water and your passengers amen
made of earth mineral you are ofearth and your name sounds like how you are known as being inside a mouth you take foraging and forever
to say if I were standing in the middle of where you begin Id be 100 percent safe from elements and people with 5 passageways of you gartered around me
you must have the best Einsteinian perspective : : able to see past : future : present from the same place / same moment
& I love how nerdy & forgetful your tenant is how unforgettable
you are in the windowsill or inside my palms center only once youre vacated I love that I draw you in my margins when I’m dreamy or off-focused
It shows how much organic we are how much eachother is the pivot-secret if you ask me I love how loyal you are to perfection
how you remind me perfection is simplicity sometimes and also the golden mathematical ratio so basically you’re holy even the geeks say
I love how your name sounds like my name snail shell it’s so hopeful and open the way nail and sail both fit inside your name after the letters
have been rearranged & still left room to grow shell
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An ode to a snail shell, so deserving of this! Go ahead and mail it.