long flight

long flight (to italy)


blues and greens in those seers
envelope your black eyes
like spanish pools
of mosaic tile pieces, bound by clay

looking on with insatiable longing
newness, unreachable
and what is i do to you

being a woman
standing much taller than she is
demanding, so early, that we...can...go...tall....

like this machine
20,000 feet above you
riding against the dark

it is perpetual morning here.
i am always waking up.