Crimson and Salt

Crimson and Salt

 

 

 

If I could walk once more in young shoes,

testing the limits of years breaking,

the glass eyes, blue and brown,

tasting, quivering tongues ripened �" I would.

 

Hesitant, waiting and warm, so full,

and opened wet, crimson salted wound,

shuddering and wanting, desired and grasping,

tasting the quiver and sighs of wet mornings.

 

-        Johannes Fahrion