we were two doves,
beaded on gossamer wires
early windswept sunlight
it cracked our skin
metallic melodies
bathed listening
ears in it’s soulless rapture
a call of illusory progress
lifting above sagging rooftops
sky packaged in brown lace,
and at her feet
glittering blankets white.
although it was the bitter
rinds of a passive love
cellophane days
crackle loud in a static mind
Swim in hot
manilla seas; Where dreams
fail to be a membrane to
protect from waking
we were two doves on a wire
intertwined between dusk and daylight
the weight of the day
settled with a hazy sigh
upon our bones
shadows spreading
like spilled ink bled
from trees.