Bare

To what do we owe this day?

Blind water, feel it snapping.

Floorboards of muscle,

Red, ripe, cooling flesh.

Tight ambition.

The flavour remains strong,

even when your eyes are closed,

the sun strokes the limelight.

We entertain it.

The slap from a good hand.

There's always need for restoration.

Our inner instruments,

a tuning of a second coat.

Our outspoken outgoings,

an exhalation of the blurred.

We will

get the high note.