How do I tell her I love her?
\nI will put that in my soup,
\nwith the salt that comes from brine.
\nThe tart sexuality of vinegar.
\nThe wishbone of a breast
\nhugging the invisible passion
\nof a heart in pain.
\nA glass of wine to brighten the broth
\nand the savor of greens,
\nrepertoire of saying
\nwhat can not be said.
\nYour name can not be ladled
\nfrom water,
\nthe odor of pale rain.
\nFrom nothing in life without
\nthe omnipresent elation of spices,
\nwhich is astonishment.
\nWhich is you, roots white as dawn
\ntransforming earth into petals.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
How do I tell her I love her? I will put that in my soup, with the salt that comes from brine. The tart sexuality…<\/p>\n