Coastal Features

Open wide your mouth of gargled sand,
rivers spit their rocks from dribbled lips.
Ocean light collides with rolling skies,
storm-cats claw their kittens from the tide.

Footprints throw up stubble on smooth cheeks
sea-foam slides its white from wave to sand,
once again the Barber’s whetted-blade
scrapes its trade across your weathered face.

If I would 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.