As if on time
the sky turned around
shy in its naked dress
rubbed with roses and unflinching coal
burned around the edges
just kissing the stitch
soiled furs lining it’s corset
a million jewels enjoying
their pleasuring fatigue
unlike the stars waiting for their chance
to faintly crackle the dimming lights
into a new proposal
Shall we be cuddled up
while the skies embrace
their scars and falls
the mistakes we drew together
with rugged paints
and wrinkled brushes
has ripened up and load
into a love
one cannot fathom
