Good Night Boy, Good Morning Man
Legs
Kicking
At ribs
Hang out
Grown
Through
Aches
And
Pain
Dark
Fringe
Lounges
Lazily
Separated
By greasy
Doubts
Kneeling
I lift
The festoon
Of skin
Blinding
One eye
To
Read your
Mind
Which
Is closing
In
I’m greeted
With a
Hazel sunrise
From
Dark
Lashes
So deep
So warm
It beams
Over
The mountain
Range
Crevices
Growing
At the side
Of your
Nose
About to
Explode
Stirring
Exhaling
Unwashed
Breath
I breathe
In
And wash
In it
Goodnight Boy, Good Morning Man xxx
Lynn Hamilton
Sun 24th Apr 2016 16:11
David, Thanks for your lovely comment. You are absolutely bob on, with a little jiggery pokery. x
Phil, Thanks, once again for reading and really pleased that you see the snapshots. x
Sunil, Thanks for both reading and commenting. Much appreciated. x