Poem - 17 May 2018, 01:17

HEARTS AND DEATH'S TATTOO

Make sure you have a story worth showing
when tattoos become pillows in waves of morning
rested and found
blood is the ocean in caverns so black
death swims within lifes counted song
she floated pale in a black veil sunset
hair in the murderers misty mornings
kisses so cold the frozen would cry

Sir i wont follow your tipped hat
gathering in a staggering country
all your Islands she holds in captures glances
blunted blades stunned in hail and rain
romanced in a gallows shade
tomorrow's heart carried
romance a willing grave

She stands in sculpted laughter
against a jealous undressed sun
company expected in Sundays sacrifice
crosses carved from grey wood and chipped slate
drama bathes eating the stolen haze

Gone
Washed into a tides open arms
just creased beaches ,standing guard
4am and im counting strands of dark green seaweed
pretending its her hair
better have a story worth forgiving
when lost in ocean rage

so many lost
salted in the flesh
grown out of oak and forest song
lips crack in pacific cage
love adrift on slated grey
torn and spat out on the bible sage

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