The taste of salt upon your skin,
the glistening iridescence
as I feel your glow within,
the sun shining through your being
as though warming my very soul,
like the heated taste of winter when
you and I were eternally enthralled.
I can feel the gurgling of growing gumption
from within your soaring spirit,
rising from the former desolation within,
and I know,
that we will remain entwined,
as long as we stay heart-to-heart,
forever in need of each other’s fair wine.
Our necessity to be close to one another
has the sharp addictive taste of that salt
that I once tasted on your skin,
and if I were to magnify this need
I would understand that it comes from
a state of savoury and lack of sweetness,
a desire to cause that salivary moment,
to keep it stirring,
And while I knead into the skin of the
effervescent sparkle that you bring,
honey, you know,
that we were always meant to be.
© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock (including illustration). All rights reserved.
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