Do You See The Same Sky


Standing at the window

Hips pressed against the counter top

I watch the bruised clouds

Hiding in the wings of dusk

Waiting to steal in under cover of dark

My thoughts follow them to you

Would my lips, parted, be a flush of red

Under rain of your passionate kisses

Would your body feel hard against my hips,

Under my fingers

My breath catches

Lost in these flames of thoughts

Matching the colours of the dying day

Do you see the same sky I see…