'Scuse Me While I Kiss the Sky The sky is a beautiful,
pure
azure
now that the cherubic clouds
have retired
for the night
to come
Black as berries
black as sleep
black as death
black as white is white

but night
has not yet arrived
so there lurks
in the sky still
blue
left dark
when the sun left
but not yet black
until superimposed upon by
the moon.

and
I wanna touch the lofty air!
I can only do so
if I float high enough,
which I plan to do
carried by
the blow of bliss
to grant the enigmatic sky
a transcendent kiss.