Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Clouds Fill the Night

The blues bleed into orange
behind the flowering of white as
the minutes hang loosely between us--
we stand beneath.
I want to wrap my mouth around you
and breach that space between;
to drink at the sea beneath your sky--
we hover there.
As the clouds reach down into the calm,
we fall back into that tenuous space where
all the grasping in the world can't
bring you closer.