bit my tongue

[aquamarcia]

Title: Savory Sting

You are like salt.
A little bit of you,
not too much,
sprinkled over the dish
that is my life. My life
of tarragon and butter,
vinegar and cream was made
richer, more flavorful
than before.

The savor does fade
after awhile. One gets
used to it. More of you
didn't help bring it back.
Brine is all I'll be if
I don't stop your shaking.

You are like salt.
A little bit of you,
not too much,
rubbed into the wound
that was my love. My love
of skin and muscle,
blood and bone was made
traumatic, more painful
than before.

The sting does fade
after awhile. One gets
used to it. Less of you
will ease my ache.
Clean, cool water is what I'll be
once you no longer pour.