(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy! Here is Poem #8.)
Take hold of this bottle of simple table salt,
feel the surface both solid and smooth resting in your palm,
know that this salty white chemical mix is the spark of want,
Can’t you feel the pull of desire in the looks we share?
Open it up, pour it out, savour it on your tongue,
give in to the feeling, to the destiny of Poseidon’s plan;
we are the ocean, we are the waves, we are the moon above,
Why fight what is natural? It’s in our chemistry!
The raging sea resides in our every cell,
bitter sodium chloride impelling us to live,
walking bits of ocean playing on the sand.
Can’t you see the call of the tides in the looks I give?
The changing moon above pulls us eagerly,
see here, how her influence is making my body swell,
rising high and hard and fast like a hungry wave,
Can’t you feel the tug of the moon in the way we touch?