the flowers bend and birches broke on cliff side stained with sea sweat salt this empty ocean crashed against so long ago now freckle blue like bruised neck and even god's crooked knee is someone's somewhen's home
the sea splits her foam green lips and smiles quite a magnitude of mortals forever rest beneath her covers with vixen voice she beckons come join shakespeare and caeser bedeck ancient ship wrecks where former lovers may once again bruise yer neck