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At the Mini Bar... Salt, Nicola Gledhill

At the Mini Bar... Salt, Nicola Gledhill

Salt

NICOLA GLEDHILL

When the sun pours down your chest

and crawls over your thighs

when black rocks cast afternoon shadows

at your feet, when you can taste

the warm tang of the early evening

in warm salt and woodsmoke, when

the leaves tremble on their branches

and the south wind drags you to the sea

when you’ve never felt more like living

than when you stand throat deep

in the salt bite of the waves and let

the moonshift of the tide lift you up

and lob you back down like driftwood

when night falls and we stir the air

to ripeness with saltbitten legs

sweating beads of salt sea from our necks

watch it spill down our shoulders

I want to gather up all the hot salt

With my hands and pour it all over you

Just listen to our bodies crackle in it.
 Photo - Robert Holmes

Photo - Robert Holmes


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wEiRd wOrLd

wEiRd wOrLd

Guest Book: Treefrog is her middle name.

Guest Book: Treefrog is her middle name.