love hides behind clouds.

[alexsosexy]

behind transparent screens,
we sit and await the tap,
the pressure, the press,
and our liquid crystal displays will squish,
and someone will see the pool of color.
yes, we are this small.

we fly in vehicles to heavy for the air.
destined for failure, it only makes sense,
it is human, to climb past the possible.
with steel wings, we count on laws,
feats of science and earth to lift us.
do not count on what you cannot see.

do not speak to the air, for it hears no thoughts.
profess not to the emptiness,
do not waste your energy.
streamline, conversations move too fast.
you are a bird, swerving past my windshield,
and i'm am flooring the pedal,
secretly hoping that your wings fail.

today we are compressed, concave.
we fold in, and distort the reflected light.
our torsos are fat and thick with wavelengths.
inside each of us, there is a poet.
one who wants to stitch these waves into an ocean,
an ocean of light and liquid crystals;
a small pool of color.

underneath a finger, pressed to our nose,
we step back to wait.
adjust our eyes, light refracts differently now.
feathers and steel turn to skin and bone.
skin and bone distort into the soil,
and our soil is now the light,
flying past the window miles above the clouds.

if we crash our plane again,
at least our ocean will be bright.