spirit

i miss your warm breath,
and the shape of your body
lying next to me.

the soul may blaze bright.
to a blind uncaring world.
chill runs up my spine.

the great unwinding.
the road ends at the sharp cliff.
we must choose to fly.

stamping the pink dust.
you speak of living a life.
leaving it behind.

the plastic pink flesh.
like a melted g.i. joe.
the spirit still whole.

old man on thin legs.
feathers all tattered and torn.
did you kiss the sky?