A Pair of Salt-Crust'd Lovers

Salt of the sea
 Salt of the land
 Moisture and drought
 Met hand in hand
 

Walking together
 No longer apart
 Sand in their shoes
 Thirst in their hearts
 

Gulls drift above
 Turtles below
 A kiss in their midst
 The last we would know
 

Soulmates that yearned
 Yet best alone
 Now wind chaps and scours
 Our salted bleached bones