love has so many tongues running

in myriad shells

on sky-like surfaces, hills, and crevices

cupping with lascivious intent whenever a body is caught

on top of the top, inside and insight

 a crown is brought

oysteriously iridescent and slick

keep it because

doesn’t last, can’t lick life forever

the tongue has a limit, and the buds go numb

the mind has none

God has a nun; imagine only one swell

the body as a whole, the entirety, can’t always enthrall

cells give up, wrinkle, and shrink

eat time and can’t handle a drink

intoxicated, belittled receptacles

run naked in rooms of flesh only an inch square

a pearl

eternal to suck on is rare