Brushed-wet tarmac Tomcat
Coat,
Socks pulled up to the knee.
The sand went on for miles
Like pebble dash,
Ground to it’s golden *****
Decimals and
Packed tight between the
Bowed white legs of the cliffs,
Which stood with their feet
In the sea.
My Queen of Bracing Holidays,
Gemstone brooches, wet cafes.
Your face
Cut into coat of armour
Quarter colours,
Pink and white
And red and gold
Like a royal crest of sunburned summers.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Brushed-wet tarmac Tomcat
Coat,
Socks pulled up to the knee.
The sand went on for miles
Like pebble dash,
Ground to it’s golden *****
Decimals and
Packed tight between the
Bowed white legs of the cliffs,
Which stood with their feet
In the sea.
My Queen of Bracing Holidays,
Gemstone brooches, wet cafes.
Your face
Cut into coat of armour
Quarter colours,
Pink and white
And red and gold
Like a royal crest of sunburned summers.
