Blue Sky through Bare Branches

I look, upwards, at blue sky through bare branches,

the dewy wet of cool, green grass on my back,

clinging,

sinking,

pulling me further away from this place.

I long for the stillness of being

found only in the shedding of this meat that plants me here.

Oh, to touch those spaces in-between.

To graze my lips upon that azure skin.

O, opiate kiss,

Like a stone, skipping across limpid pools.

let me caress that face with my lips and sink into your oblivion.

Your everything!

But I am bound,

here,

by bare branches,

between me and a beckoning sky.

Biting my lip to taste blood,

I long to smear red what God has painted blue.