Unusually Usal

Soft sand colored light

like champagne satin

and the dusty specks hover there.

His draping hair silk black—

from above.

Eyes that change in the sun:

Brown,

Green,

Hazel—rest upon my face.

He reserves a small gift within them,

for me.

Floating convoys above

Twinkling stars

Satellites?

We pirouette lying down,

as the Earth spins,

and the sky leaps,

desperately reaching and dancing…

endlessly going…