orbit (critique6)

Inspired from "Her Lips Are Copper Wire" by Jean Toomer

Lift off

destination space

erupting fire

tips of fingers face touch

ignoring questions

that swim in the membrane
The everywhere is behind

Can't we just live in the clouds?

looking down between earth

with a different level of sound 

and a dropping impressionable hurt

sparkling within the stars boundaries

Eagle eye for easy routes

we quickly run out

of carbonated sugars

and escape now, in yards

traveling so far

along drifting coasts 

in air conditioned cars

Look!

here we are

we are smart 

cotton candy clouds 

lost in moisture 

perspiration 

plastics pouring out

A decision to be alone

even just for today

everyone stay indoors

Someone predicted rain