Surreal

A Poem by Thrushsong

The layers in a moment

Superimpose the starlit skies
To create a double exposure
Of a night lived twice at once

First a solemn clearness of silence
Conducting a current of conversation
Through the paths that electrify us

But a burst of laughter bubbling over
Three throats instead of our two
Shatters these poetic expectations

Light banter floats up in clouds
Just breath in the chilly air
Obscuring my sudden secret smile

For the quiet draw is still there
And silent threads slowly entwine
Broken ties knot their torn twins

But then we're two so two skies merge
And the night blurs with the duplicity
A taste bitter-sweet lies on my tongue

For while we walk through the ghosts of exhalation
Our thoughts caress but we do not.