curls of the tongue

The underbelly of the ocean has rolls of waves which move like the fine curls of the tongue, and speak the language of the sea. Sometimes we are not sensitive to its sound, playing like background music in the ears of the shells who lay cushioned in the bedding of the carpeted sand. We look up at the stars throbbing in the sky. And watch how their pulsating praise mimics the beating of our heart which is held confined in a cage closed in by our chest. How much longer until the heart can be released from the ward--removed by a lover and carried away?