Three if by Sky

In the air
as if solid I leave her
behind miles of clouds
and the telephone of her voice
her world enclosed between
ancient elevations that become
meaningless in the drone.

I am heading from the last woman
who knew me to the first, searching
for the part of love that resists me.
I am hidden inside the flashing eyes
of what I have become.

Somewhere
below is a body that hunts for mine
with perfumed breasts and loneliness.
Her eyes will watch for me all night
but her silence is what I will always
put my finger to as if the heat
of what I don't know causes me
to appear only to her
only to the sound
of something moving just beyond her reach.