Sky-Grey

Sky-grey tastes like dirt. 
LIke the gritty emptiness underneath. 

Sublime: Hands in the mud 
And fresh dew in my lungs. 

I transcend. 

A pounding, 
the taut silence between beats

My heart sings like my flowering skin. 
I smell new and dusty. 

Life from water and oil. 
The delineation of the violently combined.

Soaked through, 
I am dirty and sky-grey.