the sweat of my brow
follows earth's pull...
stinging my eyes
passing over my lips
and the taste reminds me
i am the Salt of the earth
so my sweat returns
while the scent of
honeysuckle in May
is a heavenly assault
upon my senses
perhaps the Breath of God
smells like honeysuckle in May...
and tastes like sweat
Nice thought
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