Flat expanse of mud and sand, saturated with the salt of the sea.

Days haze hanging low over hills shading green to grey, the sun fights to warm land, water and body.  Chilled from harsh words, bones ache and the only heat is the blush of shame.  Red flesh against blue heart. The taste of tears and bitten lips bitter blood remind me of the nights we fucked.

Fingers & tongues thrusting away the days arguments.  Consuming need of flesh fusing us together and turning insult to a call to love.  The wash of sweat, lick and come anointing us.  Lying tangled in the heaving gasping receding tide of our fighting love I wonder which is the truth and which the lie.  My pores are permeated with salt, my skin the barrier in the osmosis between love and hate.

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