Give me true love’s kiss.
Climb inside my conch shell
to live in melded bliss.
Embrace collective destiny
tucked in a turtle grass bed;
two hermits in harmony,
we’ll ride the salty seas.
Savor seagrass meadows
tangled in wild algae.
Fully formed, rosy bare.
My ruffled flair has opened;
join my spiraled lair.
Draw close the operculum.
Thrust those knob-like spines,
spasms aren’t burdensome.
Grab my mottled haunch.
Squeeze my moist, soft body.
Worship me, Queen Conch.
© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved
Written for an Exploring Ekphrasis contest. I enjoyed the puzzle of Michael Cheval’s paintings. This one comes from his collection, “Illusions of Absurdity.” I will definitely return to his works for more inspiration.
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