Na + Cl
A purity, a silver white, desires
To bond with yellow-greenish chlorine; salt
Appears in crystals. Far away from fires,
The point of this affair adorns a vault
In darkness in a cavern. Blackness blanks
It out. A wish becomes a zeal that hides
Its clamping passion there in roughened ranks.
Like solid fogs it hangs against high sides
And clings to deepest roofs. A longing turns
To hidden firmness. Miners and the sea
Will smell of certainty. A sailor burns
With lust, two salts, his sweat above a quay
And waves awash with sodium. True love
Is certain. It is stained with taste and shove.