Surgeons of Sky

Just testing the night The surgeons of sky to see a Sky-net so faulted and frank unflinching but still true Full of expectation and hope...Just touching the night feeling the texture of it Remembering you and hoping that you're well like a stupid loyal dog a stupid girl remembering You're a shadow that plays games...appearing ...dissappearing I should never remember ....you a will of a wisp in the forest of thought and fleeting idea an adventure had...the pulse of the adrenaline as one takes off in a car knowing and not knowing exactly what will happen thrilled by chase and surmounting miles to find out But I always do...recall Membranes of gossamer cloth wafting in English winds I recall them with such intensely sweet melancholy but that was a continent and... a relationship ago You my artist my brilliant meme...a dancing man experience I can always recall with a little smile are waiting on me not too smart for ruses and bruises now we both know better your skin is still your skin the scruff on your chin is still growing long or trimmed short or cast off completely with white its whiteness scares you you don't scare easily no you don't care and I suppose...neither do I but testing the way the wind is blow-ing One finger whetted by lip and kiss held to the sky feeling the coolness on one side or the other The Surgeons of the sky... do they ever cry about you and I? or do they just kind of laugh and mumble among themselves