pink to red

like the gentle hint in my saliva cranks to 11
so this thought wrecks me
sockets saturate and flood waters turn all heads
know news to speak of

this young gunslinger glides with promise
His un-scared coin un-flipped.
fingers met with their match in focus
on edge with my own boundary
on outs with my own insides
inside i too curl with greatness unwarranted.
Yielding in this case
(all case?) I pace with will to win
his head back to a brain filled future...
whose head?
"young boy faced boy" I'd callous your hands to soften your heart
you have got to start on down your chosen path.
I'll be here when you merge back from the black.
I'll be here when you unclog and clear the fog.
I'll be here
.............so come, join us as we glide.