Salt and Pepper


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    Salt and Pepper

    Salt and pepper
    reminds me few
    remain uncoupled.
    We pass hand to hand,
    spices relishing
    marital bliss,
    yet remain
    different colors

    As dinner twins,
    we devour life
    with bitterness
    coupled by tears
    or sweetened by love.
    I burn the meat.
    He blisters my tongue.
    We groan in lust.

    Pleasure stings;
    Pain soothes
    blending darkness
    into light.
    Behold a mix
    of equal taste
    for black and white.
    Speckle with ecstasy.

    Sweet salt
    sprinkles the food.
    Pepper grinds
    in opposition.
    May they both
    remain coupled
    balancing, blending,
    our meal.

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    Oblaidon commented on Salt and Pepper


    The contrast is great. I like how you do the unexpected. :)



    Thank you so much for your comment. Sally

    DeepEclipse commented on Salt and Pepper


    Ah beautiful. This piece holds many layers. The complexity of a diversity. Though complicated, its diversity doesn't have to mean animosity. I love how you wove these lines [coupled with tears, or sweetened by love] - [Pleasure stings, pain soothes]. Thinking beyond linear, seeing beauty through multitude. I love the meaning of this piece. Well displayed.



    From you these words pleasurably sting with gratitude. Glad to meet you my fellow poet. Erica recommended you. Sally

    knight4696 commented on Salt and Pepper


    Nice work my friend. A clever mix - sex ...I mean .... food for thought! :) Again Nice job! :) Ken



    Hmm. Nice interpratation. Glad you like food for thought. Sally

    WordSlinger commented on Salt and Pepper


    Love this, A1, this is food for thought, in both ways, creative Wheelsal, ty WS



    Been diddling with this awhile thanx for read.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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    A Visit to the Cemetery (Memorial Day 2010) 9
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    Fun with Cinquain 6
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    Music within my Soul 12
    Sonnet to You, My Love 9
    Wind Mills 11
    Requiem to my Husband 11