The sky above was as though

the fiery, breathing end of a cigarette

had been unraveled

and wrapped around the atmosphere

as though it were wallpaper.

Similarly, our breaths poured together

as if a waterfall

had turned to ethereal fog;

falling and wrapping us

in a swimming haze.

Wind gnawed at our fingers

turning them cherry flavored-

veins’ blood slowing to

intertwining and gentle strings,

mimicking our fingers woven together.

Eyes blue like the

shadows that rested

on the white dunes of snow-

awakening yet tranquil

as soft-spoken wind blows.