November 3, 2013

today is a kite
blue lips
many messages are spoken in cloud.
i'm alone.
i'm flying.
this sky machine
air underneath my feet.
gravity sucking the life
from me.

i don't know how to get back
to holding you closely

the breeze is beyond
and electronic.
i remember Autumn
so differently.
come white birch
in script,
back to me
back to me