Courtier curls, raven black,
Flap around a thick stump of neck
Home of hot air, sweet breeze uplifting,
Treading on words like sand sinking under a
Caramel complexion stained by tea,
Mapped onto heavy set features.
A proud eagle beak nose soars above the shadow of a beard far below,
Imperiously jutting, slicing through air, cutting,
Broken by a ripple of lips, fat as fish breaking the surface
To glug the inhale exhale of fresh air,
Sharp hair, twilight skin softened by the
Sparkle of a vanish white tee, prisitine, bare.
He grasps a plastic mac in his lap
Budding like a flower made of bin bags
Sodden with sky sap
Drizzling over arm hair sharp as gorse
The sort that tangles and wrangles the
Cloudy sheep whose cotton clads the skin beneath.