Blowing Back

Blowing purple back

Into the evening sky

Shutting up both his eyes

As his lips grasped the love

Off they went

Like free flying white doves

First one

And then another

Dancing along

He had said goodbye to

All of his bother

As he lay down

He could feel the ground

Like his blanket of the day

Sheltering his self

Were cream long stems of corn

Barely a breath

Barely a cloud

He could feel the dust falling

Over him like a crowd

With a piece of whistling grass

Pressed in between

He blew as hard as he could

To hear it tune and its screams

As the juice of its flavour

Fell from his lips

Her image before him

Her curvy silhouette hips

I was looking for you

Were you he said

I have been here all along

Playing our songs

As his words

Fell slowly from his lips

His hands grabbed both of her hands

As he pushed them around his shoulders

His muscle ripped boulders