Rocketeer...

I was a putty,

I was a marionette...

under her fingers

she kneaded me like dough

and minced meat together

my limbs felt not my own

I moved in and out of daze

the gauze plaster held my face

She willed for my adipose melting

With her mystic shaping hands

and I thawed into the table slowly

visions of your hands trailing

your curls dancing ...

I hang onto images of tomorrow

While these tunes of Ghibli

Bounce off the sand under us

Waves crash at our feet

And you bring me to space

In your rocket ship from future

We watch the aurora borealis inaudibly

You hold my hand, as my shoulder

Sips a tear from your left eye...

The gauze plaster is hardened enough now

My eyes are peeled to this dullness

Tomorrow is hope...