There's a time without stars in the late night/early morning/mist of your breath like something angelic fogging up the car windows
You only sleep when I'm driving, when it's too dark to watch you. In the corner of my eye I see flickers, like a slide projector headlights on guardrails, the flapping of wings.
I can't hear birds over the purr of the engine but you promise me they're out there, seagulls lost inland, calling out for distant seas.
And I believe. With the fervence of communion---blood red wine on my lips like a promise---when you touch me it burns like you're not even there.
FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, Rated G
poem, 23 lines
There's a time without stars
in the late night/early
morning/mist of your breath
like something angelic
fogging up the car windows
You only sleep when I'm driving,
when it's too dark to watch
you. In the corner of my eye
I see flickers,
like a slide projector
headlights on guardrails,
the flapping of wings.
I can't hear birds over
the purr of the engine
but you promise me they're
out there, seagulls lost
inland, calling out for
distant seas.
And I believe. With the
fervence of communion---blood red
wine on my lips like a promise---when
you touch me it burns like
you're not even there.