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
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