Sunday, June 24, 2012

Making Fleur de Sel

You labor hard to love me full
as sweat flies off your forehead
mixing with my tears. A salty 
spilling, we fall overboard, to
deep and dark communion places,
flower of the sea reunion spaces.

I dry these lacy crystals,
collect them in a bottle
to shake and  season savory
over all the days ahead.

Loverby is coming home tonight. Lucky, lucky me. I love my farm boy .... and homecomings. 


Sherlene said...

No cow had to kick the lantern over in your town tonight! ;)

SimplyDarlene said...

land sakes, the girls better sleep in the basement tonight.

blushing heartily here

Maureen said...

I think it's wonderful you have written a lusty poem, that you have a beloved who evokes such high and deep emotion from you.

Kathleen Overby said...

I'm trying to learn to edit, before I click publish. Forgive me while I learn. :)

Louise Gallagher said...

How delightful. Your poem and the fact he's coming home!