Sharsh Brodhurst

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Saltine

You speak of waves, of tides, of flecked foamy fingers
the wildness of the hub
the depth of boundless deep, of fathomless sleep.

But what of the tack of your lips along the rim of my glass.
Off the nuthatch at five - breathless and hoarse.
Or the sweat and scent of Absinthe - powerful from the pores.

And what of the coarse feel of stubble - like thistle but comes out rose
on the delicate skin behind my ear. Or the silent tear of translucent
that weeps a trail along my thigh.

The saltine cracks that appear in the corner of my mouth past midnight.
The fury of a gaze when I am above you cornering your bliss
and you find yourself forgotten in the ridge and hum of mouth.

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