CATNAT Posted December 31, 2006 My love is an angel with an engine. She wanders above - a scatterbrained plane making soufflé of the sky, and scooping the clouds into celestial ice cream with her turbines. The vapour she sends is badly-spelled and beautiful skywriting in a cursive haze. And she never lands, but encircles me in empty silver - the outline of an eclipse, overhead. I really like this one. In a way it's a shame that it isn't about anybody. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
