Blame Maldon Sea Salt

maldonIf I ever develop heart disease, blame Maldon Sea Salt.

Blame it for my licked clean fingers

After each pinch drops into

The pan of symmetric vegetable slices.

Blame the flake shared from a fingertip

For lighting a slow-burning love

Of cooking and a freckly back.

Blame its pyramids for writing a fresh rhythm

That stirred two bodies to dance

Between a spitting pan and sticky ball of naan.

Blame Maldon Sea Salt for a full heart.


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