Salt (To Make You Cry)
By Kamui
"How long will you keep doing that?"
"Until it makes you cry."
The words have the taste of forbidden salt born on the cool summer wind. It plays with her hair like his hands not so long before, and she can't help but close her eyes as she folds her arms across her chest and breathes in. And then out. Repeat.
"Until it makes me cry, you say?"
"Mmhmm."
And lips remember forbidden trails as the sky becomes too heavy and she has to lie down under the weight. The weight of the impossible blue, the weight of the words, the weight of the feelings trapped inside that are triggered by the weight of his body.
Is this what God's people are forgiven to do?
She gasps at the memory and places it within a new context, a new void of thought. Are God's people forgiven to sacrifice what they knew before for a few moments of bliss?
"A good kind of cry or a bad kind?"
"I don't know. Which would you prefer?"
Are God's people forgiven to give up everything they ever knew before to become a flash of light for three brilliant moments...One...Two...Three... and then come back to their bodies shaken and changed and yet... not changed but evolved?
"I think it'll have to happen first before I can decide."
"Oh? Well, we'll see about that..."
Are God?s people forgive to dance with the shadows and not regret it, not feel sorry, not feel anything but forever in the touches and whispers of...
"Am I...Am I crying?"
"You are. See? I told you."
The Salt of Lust is Love, a seasoning that reminds you of oceans, of rain, of lips, of tears that you cried when you didn?t mean to, because they were the only way you could communicate the most impossible of emotions in the most incredible of words.
Is this what God's people are given to do?
And the clouds that pass across the perfect blue tell her that there is a purpose here. That salt and weight were created not to be abhorred and punished, but as a reminder of eternity found in three brilliant moments... One... Two... Three...
"I...it won't stop..."
"That's alright. I'll take care of that too."
If this is what God's people are forgiven to do, how could you ever give it up?
Tongue to lip, body to sky, God's people are forgiven and given to do what it takes to achieve God itself in the taste of salt and the heaviness that rests in body, in soul, inside where flavor of passion waits to be unleashed again into the tongue and lips of the body that is the sky.
"Please..."
That holds her down now and takes her into infinity.
"Shh...don't worry..."
That changes her definition of the heavens.
"I...I want..."
That fades into twilight lavenders and violets and waits for her to rise from the grass and cry again.
"I know."
And she doesn't so much stand as ascend to her feet, tears ready and smile waiting for she has been forgiven for what she has been given to do, that which she could never give up.
Salt is the Love in Lust, and she waits for the moment until it will make her cry for him again.
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