You were never in my arms but your hair weaved around the air I exhaled like the tendrils of a jellyfish caress and wrap around an ocean current.
You were never in my eyes but I saw the white of your skull flitter and float out from behind the slender brown filaments that waved in the warmth of my breath.
As I released myself from the hold I was never in bubbles floated upwards towards the blue light, hurrying away from my sighs and bursting out of a shimmery surface with a fattened pop.
With solidity below me I still felt myself sinking and with two giant straws you carried on drinking.
Forehead furrowed in a frown,
When ever I saw you down.
Shiny and smooth was yours,
As I sank to their applause.
You hid your eyes behind a black veil while the man digging a hole grimaced as the sun ate into his exposed back. A chip of stone put up by his pick struck beneath his hairline and he lost his sight to a sheet of crimson that tasted of the sea when it reached his mouth.
You bit on the veil then spat it out as sleeping innocence overcame your taste buds, trickled down your throat and collected there in a shout you could not get out, a ball of frustration which blocked the air passages that catalyzed your passion.
With hoarded aggression you spat and to the tune of crushing bugs it hit the wall. In a trance of dull complacency you watched it slide to the floor, then holding no thought for lost moments and forgotten talk, you swung around and began to walk.
The digger man spread his arms and shrieked at the fiery sun, his torrents of emotions rippling the horizon until your waning form quivered into obscurity and then disappeared completely.
With a damp towel he wiped the blood from his eyes, turned around and stared me down with a look of surprise. A humble grimace on his face met my soft smile, as we both shared the knowledge you’d be gone for a while.