Thursday, 7 July 2011

Us, Unvorsum

Thursday 7th July 2011, A. Palmer

Clouds rolled in your eyes-
white over blue like two
small planets in your sockets.

I was an astronaut, finally,
floating freely and seeing
double in your face’s rotation.

You had your hands in pockets,
mine, not yours, to draw
me closer to your sighs

and the safety of the station;
cables in arms, pressed palms,
pulling this spaceman home, finally.