Unacceded

Seemingly as simple as
finding you in the forest
full of apple blossoms.
You are a nude bitch
there ruining the white
petals.

Having you then, were I
to put an Ambien down
your gullet, it being
the only damn way to keep
you euphoric and me placid
I'd be

unacceded.

Salt

Despite no lack of salt,
residueless; and there are
basically millions of salts.
Cars kicking up white clouds
of the stuff, and is so not
wet. We could be salinous,

me chemical, you uncontained.
And if the thing were not
porous dispersion would not
be an issue as it has been:
just you gone, me dun
caking the beakers bottom.