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