Do you know what heaven tastes like?
I’d say
It’s the salt on your lips,
Brine and wild and far away,
And laundry,
Thick on my palate as I turn into your shoulder;
I do not think I’ve ever loved someone as much
As when we lay quiet and
empty in the hazy June morning,
The taste of the summer breeze carrying sun
and memories and husks of love, and
sometimes, a trace of cotton candy and bitter dirt,
A blank gaze into a pitiless blue sky,
A dream freedom that tells me that in the end,
You and I belong to death and heavy limbs and
just for now, the taste of heaven our hearts find is
all we need, to
forget.