SALT

The taste of salt upon the air, A rhythm that we came to share. Your lips, they part, a wordless dare, A syncopated, trembling prayer. Our bodies hum a mutant chord, A harmony we can't afford. Your fragile form begins to shake, A silent promise I must make. My fingers trace, for heaven's sake, The yielding shoreline of your lake. The pendulum begins to swing, A dizzy, docile, waiting thing. And we go down, upon the tactile shore, Where waves of feeling crash and roar. A naked gasp, a breathless score, To live inside this night for more. We shipwreck on the reefs of skin, A silken storm to plunge within. The precipice is where we cling, A delta where the echoes ring. A fragile, gracile offering, To which my weary senses bring… Everything. And we go down, upon the tactile shore! Where waves of feeling crash and roar! A naked gasp, a breathless score, To live inside this night for more! We shipwreck on the reefs of skin, This silken storm I plunge within! (A final, breathy whisper) ...This silken storm.