FREED VERSE

Salt on my lips 
reminds me of onces: 
    once-smiles
    once-laughs
    once-tears.
That juicy pear jellybean 
I held to the light of the projector.
Saw only in a silhouette
yet decided I knew. 

The salt there was sweet,
pink himalayan 
laced with sugar cane.
This one: not sweet-
                         sour-
                         both-
but red-hot.

For cracks in my skin keep me from tasting anything but the onces.