Leaf and Pencil…

Leaf and Pencil…

How long before I drown
before loud sirens come pick me,
before mouth to mouth resuscitation,
how long before leaf and pencil
become the last things in my palm.

Does she miss me,
does she need me,
bent on the sandy shores,
playing with her youthful soul,
does she miss me,
walked the world with feet sore,
torn around this misty lore.

Leaf and pencil write some whisper song,
draw this heart on beach shore...
take the sandy grains from my shorts,
clean her sandy sorts,
of hers a tender flock,
and caress me some more.

Coast guard and speed boats,
dolphins and seals float,
on swift fins on to seaward drift
take me there where she be mermaid,
steal me from here to far depths,
give me some gills to breathe with.

Leaf and pencil,
write the green matter in my conscience,
tell-tale of gooey content,
indispensable talent concentrate,
leaf and pencil,a hearty comment!
Nature is my genetic tendency.

Leaf and pencil on a poet,
lips and tongue,his duet...
with cunning lad and guitar,
make music and a heart beat torrent...
leaf and pencil on song let...
scheme the winds and her ears receive,
a leaf and pencil,
pink and purple sunset,

Leaf and pencil last quest,
on beach and sandy note pad...