Sometimes the blue
skies were forever
when we lay in
the green field
and I tickled your
face with a blade of
grass first your lips
and your nose then your
eyelids forcing you to
close them so that for
a moment the sky was only
blue for me and my picture
of you was when you began
to describe the sky and
what it looked like for
you now with your eyes
closed and I would feel
our past surround
me like the aura of
a spirit in a blue bottle
unleashed by your voice
and the touch of a soft
summer breeze.
