Salt

By Sarah Watters

 

Salt

We bathe in its oceans 
crispy as it settles. 
Marking your skin with mapping of the earth
exposing the labyrinth of your being

Our soul bleeds it 
dampening our exterior cages. 
Flooding the souls windows - 
a viscous welcome sting, as the glass begins to fog.

It feeds the colours of the serrated reef 
that wilfully guard your pains. 
A vibrant distracting armour 
a hypnotic costume 
alluring those who bathe

Salt

Your eyes flood with rolling tides 
The swell spills onto the shorelines of your lips
pulling back the liquid blanket 
disguising vulnerable truths.

Salt

I can taste in on your skin. 
An all too familiar stagnant flow 
the intimidating clasp refusing to let go.

The rolling ripples 
forming puddles for me to play. 
Excitement rises as innocence laughs

Salt

 

 

Inspired by the coastline and the secluded beaches of Robe, S.E. South Australia, ‘Salt’--is a welcoming home; to landmark and to a broken love.