Cloudscape

Coy he isn’t

He’s confident inside
His cloudscape
Where black and white
Collide into lightning

Lighting the landscape
Of his poetic mind along
With an occasional cigarette
Answering the call

Of being struck
On his back porch
In only a towel that’s
Still damp from his shower

Where lines of smoke
Are written in sync with
The pulse flashing inside
His electric blue eyes

When he’s focused
In rainwater soaked hair
Embracing the storm
Where grey turns to chrome

Machine clouds creating
Surrounding me with a home
How I never want to leave
Being completely covered

Drifting on a dreamscape
Of love’s vapor
Inhaling, taking a hit
From my cloudscape lover