I held your hand under green water, when the waves broke over our heads and we kissed in the cold salty gloom. Hands slipping on wet skin, teeth grazing gums, the kiss tasting of salt water and blood. Your fingernail grazed my shoulder and left a scar that still reminds me of that day, all these years later.
And when we stumbled up the beach and fell laughing on our blanket we kissed again in the sun, and the kiss tasted of sand and light. I think that was the first time in my life that I was so happy just to be me.
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