blonde youth sunbathing
too soon greyed
spheres more air than seed
for the breeze to fill
feel trapped a panicked moment
then stretch everything to floating
or how you plucked the thing
and kissed air into the flight
of the next generation
and jealousy prickled electric
that a kiss was given
other than to me
petty, i picked my own, blew
"we've made kids, kind of"
you said, dissolving me
into tomorrow
