The Skies

A Little Story 

We call it the skies
more 
than just a place
we call it  
the skies 

the skies
– is what we say

we call it the skies
the clouds
we can trace
the border between
our bodies
outer-space 

we call it the skies 
the skies 
as it seems
our place to come 
together 
with no in-between 

we call it the skies
the way to realign 
one point
to another
his body
– with mine 

we call it the skies
dress-up 
start rolling 
face-time  
doesn’t cut it 
the screen, paused
– frozen 

we call it the skies 
when will they open
stockings pinch 
suspended
– upended in this moment 

We call it the skies
the borders 
not open
foreplay 
masquerading
as 
poetry in motion 

we call it the skies
please
tell me they‘re open
so I can stop refreshing 
maniacally 
– hoping 

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