salt

I beg your sweet face to

evaporate neglected years

let the tears dissolve like morning mist,

unveiling the ancient salt that stains your cheeks.

Salt, a mark of sorrow,

and yet, in the same breath,

it heals wounds,

stinging both an offering and a promise

Every drop, a memory,

every sigh, a prayer—

may it wash away the weight of fears

you've carried like stones in your chest.

You refuse my touch,

but my hands remain open,

and still, I love you

like the sky loves the sea,

endlessly pulling and releasing.

Swallow your apology

it tastes like regret,

let it dissolve on your tongue

and fall

leave it to the earth,

where it will be forgotten.

You recoil, as though love itself were a betrayal

your chest pulls tight,

skin drawn taut like the strings of a broken bow,

but my hands stay open,

waiting for you to return.

The taste of salt still fresh on your lips

I pull your hips closer to mine 

Where your exhales are recycled 

by my lungs hopeless expansion. 

I want you to feel loved

Not sorry.