The Cliffs

Inkling through wintry finger

Tips sunlight dazzles
Your chest warm with meaty
Sun on April afternoon
The hay itches
But your weight covers
Umbrellaed shadows
Granting cool waves
Juniper breath jettied droll
Green plaid boxers
Afghan two apples
Kissed by tight skin
In the pilfered breeze
Engulfed ragweed
Enumerated by your body
Known and sensible
To clothe the bends
My hungry limbs
Soothe me with the burden
Savory bones
Atop my breast slumber
Tan drink heal
Picnic until yellow boards the
Last train home