Thunder and Herbs

The written words of Jenny Hackett

Fluid

My sweat against your sweat
Don’t wash it, let it dry
The salt upon your thigh
A remnant of the wet

My seed against your seed
Don’t clean it, let it rest
The time we spent undressed
That satisfied a need

My tears against your tears
Don’t wipe them, let them flow
My flaws begin to show
I share with you my fears

My blood against your blood
Don’t treat it, let it run
The clotting makes us one
A thick metallic flood