The Rift

 

between the rocks of deeper decent
in and out without consent
between nail and flesh
the hold on men
rotten and fresh

like the walls of the river
push away tickling gray feet brush the other walls
and pushes away

between the lift tuck and tie
leaves a golden teary eye
that searches far and wide
between the rift

the solemn grown drift
ruffled pink hips
dance lonely
leave them lonely

respect
the rift