Return to the air.

Return to the air, without laughter, without haste.
One sky, two, all the heavens.
With the dice in play,
sweating, breathing the soul.

Count in a low voice, doing
calculations in the air, without laughter.
No game, sweat or soul.

To the chromed air, in shades,
the skies tickle it.
Imagining magic, bubbles,
You, honey, those kisses.

To the air, sweat, without soul.
Sometimes in gray, sometimes in you.