Smooth

I touch
The creamy
Smooth curve
Of a seashell tho
At nine I’ve never seen
The sea yet holding
The shell to my
Ear I hear a
Roar of
Surf
Waves
Across a
Beach all in
And applied to
Creamy sea shell
A sound I will seek
Many times after
A wonder to me
As my finger
Traces the
Creamy
Curve
Even
The teeth
Soft in a row
I gently explore
Inwards fascinated
Held by the sound
Of the unknown
Amazed at the
Creamy curve
Smooth to
My touch
Hidden
With
In.