that hurt hardens the skin of the heart
when you pushed your chest against mine
in fighting or in loving we met as equals
growing stronger by some parallel forces
then squabble and clash as the ocean erodes the sand
the sand stops the water short in a storm
like a fist to the face, the storm is a bloody nose
covering both faces with smoke and minor scars
they transend the clusters of sour words
melt between evenly painted walls in big houses
where wall paper has been torn down and replaced
to match something the consistancy of flesh
something that smoke sticks to and hearts beat through
photograph by Eugenio Recuenco
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