Sweet Thins

Multiple grains of goodness
Texture of baked deserts
And the ability
To placate the salt sensors
Of my insides
Those are the wheat thins though
And you
Pretty girl
Are my sweet thins
When we snack together each day
My sweet thins
Through the stars and sun’s return
Your lips are the salt
My body may have lost
And the yellow box
On my desk
Lists every ingredient
Like each was immediate
Grainy and good
Is what’s inside there
And outside in the air
Our words spin around
And around
And around
Around
Sweet thins
Swim around
In the air