A clasp of the forcep

Running into the best of a drumming heart vessels
Of crashed sails the
Drowning of hurt
The English wind and gales of countryside robins crying
For bread. For laughter,  for entanglement of councils amongst red robin breaststroke
Breath of breasts
Sanctuary in the sky blue of autumn
Shedding the grass snake DNA
A love letter straight from the Piscataway
The boat of caution
An abortion of snowdrops and frost driven nights
Of freezing ice burg toes and living after throes
She danced and lived amongst finger nails blue
I'm just in hatred, I'm poor and inept
But at least I'm original , at least I'm
A concept. A harbour against
The for against the clasp of a forcep.