salt water

lying in bed later that night,

i yawn and think

should i go out barefoot,

visit the stars?

think of sunlight’s glint

on the sea, earlier,

the scent of your neck

on the beach

your sadness swallowing

my serious joy

let’s luxuriate in that

mingling of sharp polarities

or wherever on the sand

we find ourselves.

i am teaching you

something about moons & rivers,

the taste of your own tears

so delicious

as they fall

down on my smile,

you can lick their nourishment

from your cheeks.

taste them & be angry

at how i won’t let you

ignore them.