Taste of Salt

The taste of salt upon my lips

Leaves me sitting here to drown

So I dont waste or let one drip

Find its comfort on the ground

Each crest will find it's way to form

As thoughts within my mind

Shape breast and body in my arms

Of each and every kind

But only waves that catch my eye

Will make it to the shore

Enslaving time that passes by

That I was begging for

While seagulls up above my head

Catch every ocean breeze

They seem to float in place instead

Of flying out to sea

And everytime the water breaks

I take just one more sip

To not forget the sweetest taste

Of the ocean on her lips ...

Terry

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