Runaway

Jets trace stretch marks across the eye of the skysmoke on blue dome’s transparent lightsplits curved cornea at atmospheric heighthurtles into space’s emptiness.You are buried in earth’s numbing layersturned towards the light, never understandingwhy life escapes you.We prowl around each otherintent on a dance we haven’t learntstolen from the wood’s thick mossthe cry of carrion bird unnerves me.I’m ready for a midnight flightfear makes it difficult to breathethrough a lifetime of another’s love and loss.Jets stripe the candy blue crack of skyI listen for the fall of a leafwhisper my dreams to the windall of this makes more sensethan hand holding on a clear nightthan loving one other.