My cheek rests
on your breastbone,
pale skin on brown,
on chocolate
I hear a roar, pull,
a whisper rush, lapse
a fall to hush

In a particular pause
between heartbeats
your breastplate rib cage
my ear, in the dip, there,
caught, released I rise
through undertow, ebb

Like I lean
to a conch
pearly pink, just so,
molecules sing
to my inner ear, pass
the tiniest hammer
anvil there, flutter
waves down
my jaw to lips, open

ancient echo ache
of desire, my head
chamber welcomes
wind, water, breath

it’s almost
like that