My mind follows that wisp of intent into the street, following the asphalt into the clouded night sky where we’re reminded of Venus and Moon’s illicit affair….
Flying, flying to you my friend with heart in hand, remembering my promise, remembering my love for you, recalling that first kiss, a human remembrance of spirit comrades.
To you, to you I come, without regret, without hesitation, toward the burnt of your world, your pain, your executed expectation of humanity, the smoke in your midst, toward your broken heart.
I arrive and find you, you in your blessed beauty wretchedness, I in my meager half-awakened stupor, not enough, but all I am today.
Watch out. Jet lag is temporary.