Serrated Edge

Waving words around like a naked blade

Serrated grammar shows

The edginess of the situation

The strength of God

Wends through my shoulder

And into mine hand

Never should such passion

Be wrong.  Warmth flows

With blood, blood flows

With white sand and running

Wavelets of salinated

Tears.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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