Talking About Space - Racing Glaciers

Looking out into you

Like the wind through static

You’re my foreign body wrapped in colour

Would you break down if you’re on your own?

Falling apart like a nice night, honey

Holding your own with no real reason

Touching your spine

Carving skin to mountains

Rising, falling, weathered down like a valley

Your shoulders align breaking through my sky

Your towers of love calling to my lost eyes

Your linen white cage won’t stop this healing

Soft hands on claws

You came so pure

Breaking

Soft hand, cold thoughts

I’ve feared it all

And you

Soft hands on claws

You came so pure

Breaking

Soft hand, cold thoughts

I fear it all

And you