#salty
I want a lover
that tastes like the sea,
salty and slick,
seeking to drown
as they dive deep
to devour every drop of me.
I want a lover
that sounds like waves crashing,
rolling in echoes,
growling with longing
as they're drawn by my lunar gravity
to collapse on my beach.
I want a lover
that changes colors in storms,
silver glittering beneath the moon,
green sparkling in the sun
as they're curving over with their tongue
the rainbow silhouette of my desire.
I want a lover
that dreams only of me,
deciphers my shape in the stars,
a celestial body in the dark
as they're giving all of their heart
filling me up with the flavor, the song, the magic of the sea.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
Waste not these salty tears
On bygones and yesteryears
For moments when the past steers
It often veers
In and out of easily rekindled fears
©2024
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 7:52 PM UTC
i kiss my salty tears off my fingertips
and tell myself
"ur strong"
"ur beautiful"
"i luv u"
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 2:38 AM UTC
***It's has a bitter taste,
Others said, a sweetest
than sweet honey,
Like they said.
it's kind a sugary but
nectary,
someone said.
I found in me,
Salty
When I am kicked
away
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC
She was
footprints traced in sandy waters
sunflower fields
bloomed in thorns
thunderstorms swept
in salty air
Her spirit twinkled
of northern lights
flirting with a million acres
of honeydew blossoms
She was
the magic
that he adored
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
Salt lines stains tired cheeks
Passed by overused dimples
Like flowing steady creeks
Taking turns in their descent
Rushing very simply
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
So much to take to vibrate in higher states
To liberate what you must pay.
I try to make myself see,
I find emptiness in an invisible sea.
Held, blind, my eyes are not mine,
But the truth is clear ,
But my lips are sealed,
Anyway there is no one to hear.
While i am connected i am leaving symbols maybe someone will read for me my roles.
Words Of Harfouchism
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
This illness in my mind is terminal.
There is nothing that can cure it.
It speaks oh so nonsensical.
It’s to be honest, quite hysterical.
Well.
I shot myself in the end
Whilst lamenting in my bathtub.
The hysteria was just too much
For my shattered heart to handle.
The judge declared her the winner.
I whimpered in defeat.
I didn’t even place.
Maybe I’m just not that unique
Or damaged enough for poetry.
The metallic taste of blood
As I drown in senseless grief
Tells me I’m not good enough.
To get back on my feet.
Her flared trousers tell me.
She has a great sense of style!
My black eyeliner.
It tells others I’m a coward.
A lamb ready for slaughter.
No Baphomet or Muhammad
Just a lost girl.
Locked in a vault of failure.
Being served defeat.
Getting grimaces from the waiter.
It’s th-the illness.
It’s forming cracks in my bonce.
It’s preventing me from winning.
From ever being at the top.
Y’know what?
She may always win.
With her pale moon skin.
Her suction cup stomach.
Her body so thin.
But me?
Just another **** failure, aren't I?
Laying dead in a bathtub.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
I've always wondered
why tears tasted salty.
Now I know why...
It's because you
injected a salt
called 'hate'
in my heart.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
In the heat of this summer
that feels like a December,
My coffee tastes sweeter
through these salty briny tears.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
for the ladies who liquid lunch
<>
the finest young women of the wild west,
(the best of course just might be in Texas)
don’t always get educated in the things best,
no private schools, so somethings sometimes,
like the upscale training of the taste buds,
must be learned on the job, training the palate,
by growing up, self+taught, thank god, yes!
<>
your salty taste
reminds me of ruffled potato chips, bugles, beef jerky
and
your very own brand of
loving tears
it’s true you know,
impossible to eat
just one, which is
why my tonguing
of your body parts,
is unceasingly seizing
I will always be found
attached unbreakably,
to your moving image,
moving inside of me
so sweet your salt,
it’s your story,
your flavored lives living on
in poems unnamed, to disguise
but the authorship of whom,
in body, in mind, so obvious,
cause in all your poems is a tangy
salty
impossible to eat just one
****
<>
p.s. you tease me mean,
cowman,
bbq and béarnaise,
sassafras and edible petals,
molasses and kosher salt,
ingredient combination
which of course
you just made up,
so I show my appreciation
biting your arm so my permanent
teeth marks,
will remind me,
and you too,
just how salty
biting Texas heifers who
can or cannot be salt cured
when
it’s their turn to write some
real good tasting
poetry
****
back for more already?
****
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
He knows a lot, more than we do,
he's very clever, he's got the highest IQ.
He knows his planets and all the universe
like his own pocket, he knows them best.
He knows the laws of physics and nature,
his head is one big Encyclopedia.
But does he know (he doesn't I bet),
that salty are the tears people shed?
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
I look up at the sky and see the moon,
Shining bright, like a lonely balloon.
The stars try to convince the moon to be happy.
But the moon’s salty tears slowly fill up the sea.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
Flip flops I toss,
Little sand between the toes,
The sea beckons,
As I slip into the ocean.
Taste the salt water,
The sun on my shoulder,
Salty air,
On my face and hair.
Waves crash and roll,
Soothes my soul,
My spirit flies,
Life at the beach is a bliss.
6/3/2019.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
Gee thanks for your thoughts
But do you really know
The battles I've fought
The numbers I've lost
All while saying 'I'm Fine'
Ha.
What a lie
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
What if the ocean is the tears of all the heartbroken lovers.••••
What if the reason it’s so salty, is because that’s the only way the eyes could interpret such pain•••
A walk in my head•
JAY...✏️✏️
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
Pained expression on your face
Grimacing as you return your gaze to meet mine
It physically hurts for you to talk to me
A stark reminder
Of what you’ve lost
Everything is open
Like a gaping wound
All the cards have been revealed
And you let the grief engulf you
Falling backwards into the crushing sea
Waves cascading
Salty--for the tears that you have shed
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Fine with how you rolled the dice,
Mr. Gambler---
For I, unknowingly
have stopped gambling around with your game.
One day,
you'll sigh of my name
and I won't even bother
recalling your shady game.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
I got a couple of things to say
That I feel would clear
All that fog that hangs
Inside my head
and makes it
so hard to
think.
But if I open my mouth
All the mist will
Come out
And I won't see
the truth.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
Salty skin,
bare, burnt, buttery
and brutally BBQ'ed.
Amused by laying under
the rose-white parcel
decorated by green, blue and yellow.
Silver stars
beneath the blue lagoon
swallowing long limbs.
Appealing dry lips
consuming drops of shine,
kissed by the breeze.
Bathing beauty,
shy, sunny
and summoning sandy stares.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC