11-24-2017, 02:07 AM
Open wide your mouth of gargled sand,
rivers spit their rocks from dribbled lips.
fading sight collides with ragged skies,
storm-cats claw their kittens from your side.
Footprints throw up stubble on smooth cheeks
sea-foam slides its white from wave to hand,
once again the Barber’s whetted-blade
scrapes its trade across your weathered face.
And should I dare to climb and brush bleached curls
of coloured shrubs that wave across your brow.
Then I could rest and feel the pounding calm,
that calls me here to heal within your arms.
rivers spit their rocks from dribbled lips.
fading sight collides with ragged skies,
storm-cats claw their kittens from your side.
Footprints throw up stubble on smooth cheeks
sea-foam slides its white from wave to hand,
once again the Barber’s whetted-blade
scrapes its trade across your weathered face.
And should I dare to climb and brush bleached curls
of coloured shrubs that wave across your brow.
Then I could rest and feel the pounding calm,
that calls me here to heal within your arms.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out