Salt
Tongues tied
Passing salt
You, Some brilliant ocean
slamming against my beach
Breath waves
Fumes of heat
Me, the long distance runner
wreathing in exhaustion
The memory sits on my tongue
As I stare at the tarmac
Waiting to go home.
Tongues tied
Passing salt
You, Some brilliant ocean
slamming against my beach
Breath waves
Fumes of heat
Me, the long distance runner
wreathing in exhaustion
The memory sits on my tongue
As I stare at the tarmac
Waiting to go home.