01-30-2015, 06:42 PM
Edit 1:
Boiling milk on the skin of the seas,
fluttering into a shower of tin
as the flesh of the waters tear into the shore,
stings his wrinkled feet.
Walls of chalk built by giants long-dead,
locked in a battle of physics and time
with the treacherous salt of the ocean-born air,
guard his raven crown.
His eyes are closed: he dreams of peace and love.
His lips, they beam an honest, youthful smile.
His nape is resting on a blade of stone.
A rainbow glides above his quiet chest.
The dusk outspreads its crimson-sprinkled hands
across the young man's navel, opened wide.
Original:
Boiling milk on the skin of the seas
fluttering into a shower of tin
as the flesh of the waters tear into the shore
bathe his wrinkled feet.
Walls of chalk built by giants long-dead
locked in a battle of physics and time
with the treacherous salt of the ocean-born air
stand behind his crown.
His eyes are closed: he dreams of peace and love.
His lips, they beam an honest, youthful smile.
His nape is resting on a blade of stone.
A rainbow glides above his quiet chest.
The coming dusk outspreads its arc of red
over the juvenile's navel.
Boiling milk on the skin of the seas,
fluttering into a shower of tin
as the flesh of the waters tear into the shore,
stings his wrinkled feet.
Walls of chalk built by giants long-dead,
locked in a battle of physics and time
with the treacherous salt of the ocean-born air,
guard his raven crown.
His eyes are closed: he dreams of peace and love.
His lips, they beam an honest, youthful smile.
His nape is resting on a blade of stone.
A rainbow glides above his quiet chest.
The dusk outspreads its crimson-sprinkled hands
across the young man's navel, opened wide.
Original:
Boiling milk on the skin of the seas
fluttering into a shower of tin
as the flesh of the waters tear into the shore
bathe his wrinkled feet.
Walls of chalk built by giants long-dead
locked in a battle of physics and time
with the treacherous salt of the ocean-born air
stand behind his crown.
His eyes are closed: he dreams of peace and love.
His lips, they beam an honest, youthful smile.
His nape is resting on a blade of stone.
A rainbow glides above his quiet chest.
The coming dusk outspreads its arc of red
over the juvenile's navel.