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
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