Kisses and Salt

NaPoWriMo Day#1: Prompt from http://www.napowrimo.net 

Go to Reb Livingston’s Bibliomancy Oracle (http://bibliomancyoracle.tumblr.com/). Clear your mind, push the button, and then write a poem based on the quotation that the oracle provides.

The oracle provided me with this:

Don’t count on Lot’s wife:
her salty kiss only brings
copious tears. Lots. 

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from “Lotto” by Timothy Bradford

 

Your soft hands on my aching back

The very hands that inflicted the pain,

Now coming to soothe the hurt you’d caused

 

What was I to believe in?

The hurt in your eyes that I couldn’t erase

Or the words you carefully picked to cut me with?

 

I was so lost in all your contrary signs.

I wanted to trust in the gentle kisses

You placed on my tear stained cheeks

But the frenzy with which you tore me

Lingered in my mouth like a mouthful of salt.

 

I was so young then,

Could you not have forgiven me

A little easier, a bit sooner?

Because now every time I want to trust

The comfort in your kiss

I choke on the salt rising up my throat.