Some ducks and geese on the water.

Thunder and Herbs

The written words of Jenny Hackett


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