The Salty girl

I know a salty girl
that never ever cries
and she never ever tries
to sleep with eyes wide open.

I know a salty girl
that never ever smiles
and she never ever laughs
but speaks with nightmares often.

I know this salty girl
could never ever burn
and she never ever learned
the sugar cubes were poison.

Three fire-doors shut firmly,
I wake up in the morning,
the rain isn’t stopping
tapping on the glass.

Such things can never last -
those teardrops are maps:
the flames of salty kiss
still burning on my lips…