Image by: The Galek Sea
In the sleeply upsun
I listen for your hustlegrind
and await the sockstep
stairslide back to me.
I reach for the
presspalm heatseep
and we recline,
shoulderhip: shoulderhip,
as the slipdown bitterblack
nudges us into morning.
Amidst curtainbreeze sunslant,
we twistlimb and dayfloat,
my hands drawing through
your deepthirstywaters.
I boarded the plane
and looked out the window.
Slipdown rain rivulets
crisscrossed the blank-faced pane.
Beyond, stark trees shook limbs
at the cold, grey sky.
Your prickle sting goodbye
buzz lingered on my lips;
My one-way boarding pass
tight crumpled in my palm.
Square wheels against cobblestone
shuddered down the runway;
With a rasping roar
the plane lifted into the air.
I lifted up, up, up,
slicing through shifting fog
and heavy clouds. Above
the filamentous terra firma,
I shade down
slammed the sun.
Chali Davis 