Astronaut Ice Cream

8 08 2013

Fingers entwined finding
Their way through the crystalline
Darkness; through it
To the light passing
Overhead, the transition
Between the days and nights
The circuitous rule of planets
The want of the wax
And the fall of the wane.
An impulse that wrings a masterpiece
From blood-soaked tissue; that is all.

Once in the air, the separation
Two hands find reason
To be apart; and so they learn
How good it really was
To be stricken with embrace
The warmth of someone’s skin.
A master plan only desiccates
The dream to be a gardener.

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