[ red eye ]

the colour
of your hair.
almost the colour
of my thoughts for you.
clouds cover
the cities below
like your eyelids
falling
...your head slipping
off the headrest.
a blinking light
riding the wing
and i still lose you
among the aisles.

[ 4.4.01 ]

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