.

it`s been a month of clouds,
hard rain and rainbows, arcs
and bows. this fast-paced sky,
for all its restless speed,excites
me like his name still does. he
should have been my password
but for time and distance.
fingertips-to-thoughts form
small abstractions that
dismantle moments held
in trust. still, I watch what`s
coming next; what`s above
me must have been above
him first, that western-edgey
thrust of air that took too
long for May to make, it
must have touched him first.
and even now, this soft
June air gently whispers
past my skin, its faint hint
of him reminding me of
maps, straight lines that
meet at intersections,
perfect and precise.