shorn shores shelling sea sand sorcery sardonically

broken bottle
tumbled for 100 years
found it in sifted sand
from feet to the hand
leaving me crying no more
to no slicing of my flesh
but the smoothness of this stone like mass
has me mesmerized in the shape that tickled my skin

and so here it is that i begin
here it is
a time i win
in this face
where found my grin
from ear to ear
another time
not disappeared

another chance, to find one hand in hand
another chance
to enjoy breathing breath
another chance to have more than glance

can U find me a valentine
if just in a nick of time
when too much time passed
and a heart broken
needs a bath
a soak in love
i mean love away from the

shorn shores shelling sea sand sorcery sardonically