Salarium

You have paid
me in salt for love

From the sea I take
More to preserve my

Heart, my heart cured by love –
Like brine softening olives —takes
That which is incapable
Of being obtained and
Changes it.

The salt in my sweat
Now on my tounge
Reminds me —She
Loved me once

The salt

Stealing
The water from
My eyes.

Burns.

Copyright c.a. leibow 2006