Shouldering the weight of an uncertain future.
Turquoise days are best.
What do you conceal
In those fleeting five seconds
Plummeting from cloud to ground?
Who told you this was the best way?
That you’d find a thin sheet of radiant ice
To merge with
Instead of brittle, glowering pavement?
Evaporate halfway down, I think.
Kiss me on top of a motorway bridge
Run in rivulets across my skin.
Oh, how I wish you were turquoise
Sharp enough to slit scarlet seams
Across the tips of my fingers,
Soft enough to catch the droplets
With your own.