Salt

A precocious beat

Knotted in bed sheets at my feet
Ankles swell in the desert heat
Your tasty lies have become a watered down treat
Squeezing honey from a bees nest
Just to feel something more than second best
A rugged mess
The terrain now dry was once heaven sent 
Bee stings seeping with the pain of lovers jest 
A salted crunch
Sprinkled on where the angels crush 
Eaten off with thoughts unsaid 
The land is now naked and dead 

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