Song of Pearl

With a howl in her chest,
and a pearl on her tongue,
she teaches me how
to web my fingers.
Sew me back into her mouth!
Make me a seashell
strung with silken threads.
I push a coffin through her lips;
in the pearl she engraves my face.
(I will inhabit her
but not yet, she says:
not yet.)
But in the dark trenches
my marbles roll in,
my water liles float,
my bear claws hummmmm
Icarefullyundoheranchoredlips.
Take me to her I say,
take me back into her mouth!
Sea shells strung with silken threads
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