In the surrender is where you found me
And there, I knew not much of whatever it is
That exists in that space between the sky and the cloud,
‘Til you presented yourself in artificial stardust
From a single cigarette that was lit around
Three minutes ago, conjuring up an invisible magic trick
That took me back to that time when the hanky
Turned into a dove
And back into a hanky
Until finally taking flight after a quick gust
Of wind from a child’s eager mouth,
A soundless, sharp whisper.
And with the unexpected surprise of the seemingly impossible,
I darted, at light speed, away from Pluto
And onto some
Comet,
Leaning my back on the balcony
In an inverted curl,
As your hand kept me secure, settling
In the middle of shoulder blades,
Where the space in between
Actually existed.
