LGBTQ+ Poem: Salty, by Ivy East

I will know the taste of her skin
after a long Sunday
on a lazy Riviera Maya beach
where the sun
has sunk in
deep enough
to disinfect
my memory
of when love
struck me dead

Coronas and Modelos
in thick glass bottles
will sweat nervously
awaiting limes and lips
while we edge closer
than translation can describe

I will run my tongue
slowly up her bicep
tasting every year we spent apart
then bite into her shoulder, hard
like she is a crisp apple
like I am Eve

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