The pink sky is abridged, forever and free
While my breath is tuned to sing like clouds -
Impossibly loud, but soft like slow music,
Bach, Beethoven, and free.

I break every rule for you.
We walk the thin wire between sunrise and something more,
With ****** feet
Two blots, horizon bound,
Wobbling and free.

You try to kiss me
But my words send a flurry of gusts into
The fading night.
They are crimson, they are gasoline,
They are scattering colors over our skies
As you take my breath from mine
Forever and free.