Your Skin Is a Far Away Mistery Too

Your skin is a far away mystery. Between our eyes distant longing As time, That un-crossable dessert of scorching hours, Speaks your tongue to my mouth The oasis of my souls pilgrim journey home . September Sky’s,New England highway Ends bluest when remembering. Clouds of untouchable nearness Appear in some coffee shop window Somewhere sky’s.. away…,no longer blue. You find my mouths thirst with rain. As want and need fill ,and flow ,trickling down….above, That shimmering drawn stretch of arching bow Your spine….. And,,, i lost . The puppy of your heart,,, stare Out windows at your desending shadow Dreaming a far dream