Stratocumulus

Sometimes,
when I am flying through the sky,
I watch a shadow
of my ship dragging across the backs of a scudding cloud.

 I am my body lain along you,
the curls and whips of white: your back,
curving and drifting with me.
shadows of my nails
drawing up along your skin,
tracing through
your curving, drifty ways

Slipping over blue sky,
your body fallen away…
back above the sea of air,
I am so often this far above you

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