It Was Dark When They Met (Revised) Poem by Janice Windle

It Was Dark When They Met (Revised)

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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.

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