Sundays
floated round in silver pieces
the air tasted sweet
Colours passed through me
Raining from the stars
Each had a flavor, a feeling
Each had a bigger smile
The sun walked with me
stretching, living
Voicing its golden words
It kissed the land-trickling
into the warm breath of night
Bathing in burning rays of fire
This morning you cried grey sky
Hanging from my head
Dragging back my hair
I tried to swallow my heart
like a boy caught smoking
my sleeve caught fire
You watched impassive
through closed eyes.
When the sun rose
It was a dry hard biscuit