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
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