yearn!

the dew hewed to skin is only a reminder of sentience, striking, sobering

but what I’d give to trade it for canopying the puddled pavement

and float veiled between hooded darkness, smiling to greet your headlights

and settle a gentle unease in your gut, watching your eye return to me despite itself

a supporting act to the moody spectacle of saffron and Mariana blue

a promise whispered by rainfall bid adieu

I would strain to cloak Highland castle ruins nestled between scots pine soldiers

splurge to billow between spindly fingers that obscure weepy memory still soaking decayed limestone, and its gravesite earth

and I’d rush my dew to hover atop sprawling wildflower, just after the sun endows the soil and flesh with honey radiance

enrapturing the busybodies in their drive-by, my trademark disquietude following sleepy eyes in the rearview

and when I assume the role as your earthbound cloud, I promise not to hide any vengeful wraiths behind my shroud

save, you need those ghosts to shed your old skin