by Tehya Sky
The blanket of an unknowable sky.
A sultry kiss makes it way down your body,
humid, foggy, ardent, solvent. Clouds that cried forever
whisk into the fragrance and the stringy, elusive steel
bars you always peered through so well own up to their
greatness, turn back into sanguine chords that only ever
wanted to be part of the caress.
You are going to die. Your body will lie deep in the
ground and the details of your life will not matter.
is a choice.