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.
Copyright 2009
Author's Bio: An artist and illustrator turned writer. Published flash fiction online at www.dogzplot.com (2007 - 2009) and in print in the 2008 Dogzplot Anthology. Poetry published in print in The Delinquent Magazine Issue 7 (2008). Interests: painting; writing; reading; Italy
