Inspired by Steve Forte “BLOSSOM''

I am climbing an infinity crinkly relentless rock,

And my winged terracotta lines are out of stock,

And with each mile I feel closer to the suns wreath,

And my lips - closer to the airy  tease!

Oh those smiling skies! Why don’t they kiss?

I n my veins my blood is near miss,

And in spite of my bleeding bruised feeble knees

I insist on taking the long – surface – tension lease!

I am climbing an endless indifferent rock,

And my patience is nearly out of stock,

But I am going interminably to knock

On the suedette treacherous inexorable rock!