Kerri Shying R # 481 each a sonar ping to tease my tongue it's salt

so hard to shake those three grains of salt   alone

on to the fish   the batter hard   a bubble   popped

cartoon of the eye      below     the butter tongue

of  velvet underwear  protects the flesh   I want

the grains   one on every  surface  solo artists

each a sonar ping   to tease my tongue  it’s salt

that holds it all together   from the first kiss

to the last   a stitch  made firm    required  by

hygiene    all the brine that slithers by    with

 birth  in tears    attendant to the stubbing

of the toes   I have salt enough    to spare