Denim sky

  Sky a sultrydenim bluepalms push, somewherea rainbowhovers. I’m lying hereI think ofyou trawling throughmy life forinsight to a dreama clue. Sunday dawn’sin heavenchurch bells clatter forthe mass. Wine to bloodbread to bodywho was it thought up that?A feast oftransubstantiation & the Frenchfall on the beachlike flies yet hereI sit & overthere you lie yes, trawlingthrough my lifebut who am I? I steady,ready for newdimension.