Poem: Salt
Salt
We bathe in its oceans,
crispy as it settles.
Marking your skin with mapping of the earth, exposing the labyrinth of your being.
Our soul bleeds it,
dampening our exterior cages.
Flooding the souls windows -
a viscous welcome sting, as the windows begin to fog.
It feeds the colours of the serrated reef,
that wilfully guard your pains.
A vibrant distracting armour,
a hypnotic costume alluring those who bathe.
Salt
Eyes flood with rolling tides.
The swell spills onto the shorelines of your lips. Pulling back the liquid blanket,
disguising vulnerable truths.
Salt
I can taste in on your skin.
An all too familiar stagnant flow,
the intimidating clasp refusing to let go.
The rolling ripples, forming puddles for me to play. Excitement rises as innocence laughs.
Salt
Your nectar so sweet.
A heavy golden syrup,
a tonic, bitterly quenching.
Honey filters your body’s blueprints, your channels coated sweetly.
Your frequencies tuned to purity,
an undeniable entrapment of gold.
The welcoming sweetness stirs the salty foundations. A delectable dance of the two delights.
We have no need for dual realties.
Honey
I see you,
draping your silky syrup. Offering your sweetness, an elixir fit for a queen.
Im happily high, drunken off your mead.
