Gratitude

In a few stolen moments, greedily I try

to savour your skin, whole of the blue sky

When banished from double of six floors

I dig myself deeper into ever-closed doors

And wait for spring texts of "Hi" to bud

a psychedelic dream of burning blood

Here, take my breath, whole of my sky

Bid my dreams, burning blood, goodbye

But when silence brings its sacrificial scimitar

I bow in gratitude for the moments that were