a few grand names
have sprinkled beautiful words
about you
.
not me
i want the taste
the feel against my
soles walking
on crusts

resonant concept
whole collections
of poetry
about you

here, no
it is really about
your sound
when chunks
fall rabid
from the rock

expansive sound
when it is used
.                          salt
. .                salty   ..   .     salted
in between lines
..    .
seasoning well
-thought pages
by respected
poets
¨
none of this
intended
now

now
just needing
the screamy edge
a cut
a lick
a crack
of crystal       ..                                           ..
and white shine   .   ..              ∴ ..   . .
.                                            . … .        …       .   …