Salt of My Earth

I lay my heart deep in the earth
formed in the hot press of your arms
your tears the rivers of veins.

I gush with your sadness
but I am given life by your joy
tasting life’s passions in each season.

Trodden underfoot, a desert dies,
seeking an oasis in a mirage of plenty
a drop of perspiration hangs upon the lip.

You are goodness, kindness, and compassion
your words honest and helping
build crystal fleurs inside the man.

I need you, crave your essence,
melt you upon my tongue and dream,
you, my everything, salt of my earth.

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

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