love, what the shell demands

i am a machine animal
for your thighs
cracked open to your
sent, over & over
top and walls blown
down by
the pure salt of
this lust, remember
the ceiling that cupped
our names spoken
from our throats as one-
pulled up from soft guts, to break
like tea cups, the solitary mind
with the steal flowering of
of tongues
around wordless me's and I's,
devastating the boundary
in quiet decibels
writing the body's
longing in one long
unspoken syllable.