its all just a bit arbitrary: salt.

i’m feeling the salt.
miniscule pebbles
creating super-sized tensions.
who knew something so small
would erupt like that?
could erupt like that.

this salt on my tongue,
on my fingers, my feet,
my legs, my head, my self,
comes with the coming of you,
new love.

the lack in comfort combined
with increasing levels of nervousness
and imaginary sodium between us
molds a
good excuse not to lean over.

but I’m wanting to
in a relative sense.
simple decisions are dragging me along.
and
i’ve never seen a carpet road,
i don’t know why I thought it would be different
this time down.