Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Pass the Salt?

A subtle

Scratch down the
Chalk board of your soul

Please, pass the salt?

Swallow your meal
Chew slow
She doesn’t know
Disguise your gaze
Across the expanse
At him
Does he know?
How many delicious
Secrets you hold
Will he notice?
A twitch in your lip
The glimmer in your eye
Will she comprehend?
The sins you commit
He couldn’t know
Could she?
Swallow slow
Don’t choke
Desire can be thick
As it goes down

Please, pass the salt?

A burning balm for the
Guilt in your mind


  1. Pins in the hand compliment that. If our eyes read the most , no telling what secrets we may know without a word overheard.