Coastal Features

[homer1950]

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.

I bet you like that barbers sword on your weathered face lol but great economy and your images are very powerful indeed!

This is full of great lines, however to me these great lines seem to have been thrown together. It is very hard for me to tell (if at all)  what the message of the work is supposed to be.