Not the salt.
The water hurts...
I wish I could forget yesterday,
legs curled in...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
Just walk with me
Let me look over and see...
What was it that you said, when
we both felt the ashes on our faces...
When looking at the puzzle
Of the jigsaw that I solved...
my oars split the surface,
bequeathing brevity...
Quiet messages weave
between two eyes...
It's so strange how the body reacts
to a shift in emotion...
Forests weep as blazing branches distort and...
Reaching out as if to tear the rain from cloud...
Everything makes more sense
when it rains...
how comely were
your naked breasts...