Pass The Salt Poem by Kristina Taylor

Arion hortensis sleeps
coiled in crevices, anticipating
the sluggish Spring,
his blue-black mantle oiled.
Arion hortensis is dreaming
hermaphrodite dreams,
as her slumbering sack breathes-in
the biting night.
He wakes dew-fresh to damp days;
slides across turned earth,
to new shoots waiting
for him to graze.
She salivates, and fills
her twisted gut, splitting
ground-litter with her siblings.
He solicits. Shivers.
Smears silvery slime on stones
to seduce his sisters.
Arion hortensis is fused
to another, her only escape
is to chew off
her brother.

[UK 2009]