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