Days like this, clouds twist
round languid trysts and linger
through each billow -
how a breath of smoke forms shadows
or a swarm of midges gather -
growing tangible as tuffets
of pubescent body hair.
If I had studied clouds
and all their undercurrent slip
streams, then my memories
might emulate
their dissipating shrouds.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
Days like this, clouds twist
round languid trysts and linger
through each billow -
how a breath of smoke forms shadows
or a swarm of midges gather -
growing tangible as tuffets
of pubescent body hair.
If I had studied clouds
and all their undercurrent slip
streams, then my memories
might emulate
their dissipating shrouds.
