Their lips were small crabs
searching a shell.
Salt
was their sweetness
and dry
their seahorse tongues.
Her breath was made of candle glow.
He could not extinguish her
so
he waited for her
to blow over.
His tongue was a tsunami
she was the shore laid waste.
That night
pearl divers
were the only survivors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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