Poem: Well Salted

We slide past
each fully aware
senses aroused
feeling oceans
moving inside
rushing tides
cresting waves
surging depths
with memories
we haven’t yet made

until all I imagine
is the warm taste of salt
sliding over my tongue.


4 responses

  1. And what is salt that has lost its taste? It must retain its taste at all costs! 🙂 Wonderful!


    1. Thanks! I was reading a synopsis of King Lear and that in turn inspired my own salty thoughts 🙂


  2. The rhythm is so very good in this. very good. Sensual.


    1. Why thank you so very much! Odd your posts must not be appearing in my feed as I missed your last few….hmmm.


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