Even after all these years,
my tongue tastes your salt.
how your fingerprints follow me down.
Your throat inside mine, at last.
The ache-lick of you.
Kristen Chapman Gibbons reads "Salt":
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Sarah confesses: "I tend to think of poetry as alchemy, and this is an autobiographical poem. Someone swallowed my heart, and now, I get to take it back. The leaden materials of life are transmuted into a dark gold…and I like being an alchemist. Or a sorceress."