deadwood slips to view
grown of long hand fingers
to cling at granite grey
under endless feathered blue
it is bones these ways
there, under the burn
just a kiss away
twine knotted taut
gives over to memories
gone to flint faded wine
under gasps of sand
6 responses to “gasps”
Like that a lot
Thanks! Glad it hit the spot.
“gasps of sand” is soo good.
Thanks! Much appreciated.🙂
Excellent. “under gasps of sand” …such a great line.
Thanks Bob 🙂