Coastal Features

[Knot]

Hey Keith
Enjoyed this, particularly the 'barber' image, original - title works very well.
I couldn't make any sense of the first verse at all I'm afraid, do you really need it?

Open wide your mouth of gargled sand,
rivers spit their rocks from dribbled lips.
fading sight collides with ragged skies,
some rather ugly images I think - baffled.
storm-cats claw their kittens from your side.

Footprints throw up stubble on smooth cheeks
perhaps 'track their' or 'washed up' for 'throw up'
(too close to 'vomit')
sea-foam slides its white from wave to hand,
'white' is a little weak, what other colour would it be?
once again the Barber’s whetted-blade
scrapes its trade across your weathered face.
why not 'plies its trade'? Scrapes doesn't seem
sufficiently maritime.

And should I dare to climb and brush bleached curls
why 'dare'? (Seems slightly out of step with 'rest' and 'calm')
of coloured shrubs that wave across your brow.
'coloured' after 'bleached'? Slightly contradictory.
A botanical detail would provide a bit of a lift.
Second use of wave, would 'break' work?
Then I could rest and feel the pounding calm,
that calls me here to heal within your arms.
Nice ending, though it seems to arrive
rather suddenly; a hint as to why N needed healing at the start
would help, I think (though not too broad a one)

Best, Knot.