Sunday, January 20, 2013

more like a cloud

I met a new lover last week, 
he breathes the same air as me, 
and walks through the same rain that is more like a cloud than a sea.

I hear him all the time,
though the other loves are talking,
and he feels me
as I move my words through the air. 

His eyes are black as the dark of the water is endless like the sky is white.