No Alchemist - an old poem

So, in 2012 I was pretty prolific with poems, as a part of a project I never finished called, "Hymns to an Unknown Beloved." I'm thinking about starting it again, but am SO SHY about sharing my poetry so... please be gentle on me... here's an old one from 2012. In this heat an irreverent bead of sweat slid, a small, clear snake across your throat pausing to dance along your clavicle before shamelessly escaping my envious eyes into that obtrusive shirt.

Never have I so longed to be made of salt and water.

But I am no alchemist.