Here I lay
On top of the bottle-green
Velveteen
Under the purple-blue sky
Fingers spread out
Eyes, red and half-open
Staring at the lingering cotton
And the silver moon
So near, yet so far
The wind caresses my skin,
Thrills me in ways unimaginable
The rain, pit falling from
The starless heaven,
Breaking upon my exposed body,
Rolling down my bare skin.
I have nothing to hide.
Lightning streaks across the sky:
Purple-blue, yellow-blue,
Revealing half-dead birds
Feathers, bodies plummeting.
Heaven's raining angels.
The water rushes down the earth
Into the streets
Rivers, trickling rivers on pavement
Rushing down to the gutter
Taking waste, being waste.
I stand in it
Half-dressed in green velveteen
Exposed, yet hidden
Anew, as is the earth.