as we
loom
our hands
tethered
like a
cat's
cradle to
the sky,
a slight shift
of foot and
the landscape
scatters
drunk
as the blue
seas of the
cloud,
the tide
strides to
the open shore,
wind in her
arms,
salt on her
breath,
every step
decadent and
rebellious,
every sip of the
wind an icy
storm,
and the sky
hangs like
a pendulum
in an old
grandfather
clock,
calling out
crazy minutes,
breathful
seconds,
i stand next to you,
knock on the door
of the airy sea
stare out,
curve like
an echo in a
cave,
a handwritten
poem, carved
out of air
while you,
boy of dream,
kiss me like
a wild sea,
restring the
broken violin
of my heart.