Give Her Time

Prologue

A taste that lingers without remorse,

should never be taken with such force.

Too much, it burns, too little, it’s bland,

it’s not a thing you can demand.

Pour on open wounds, it stings,

a raw, sharp bite, to pain it clings.

It’s a farce it adds needed flavor,

making love, not something that I savor.

—love is salt by Lily Parker