Salted Caramel

This is interesting (at least to me).  For the first time ever, I "work shopped" a poem. This basically means people read my poem and discussed it in front of me. I took their suggestions to heart. You can compare this version to the one I published on September 25. Please don't overwhelm Blogger's server in your rush to do so:

Salted Caramel by Michael Gerleman

I bought a salted caramel,

plucked it from a bowl by the cash register.

I was attracted to the brown glow under the

white wax paper, and the caramel drops

seeping from the slit in the wrapping were

as promising as locking eyes with a stranger.

I swear I wasn’t thinking of you.

But when I popped the brown sweetness

in my mouth, suddenly the salty sweetness,

the smooth, firm, yet yielding body of

the caramel, reminded me of

my tongue probing hollow of your neck,

the salt on your skin

at the end of the day,

and my mouth making you release

your salty sweetness to me.