Finally, writing again

Flesh
with it's constant motion
like a humming bird
fluttering frantically, 

seeking a connection 
to the blue
sky that expands
with each
exhausted breath. 

Melt 
into the carbon
fibers lingering along,
inch by inch,
tickling like the finger tips
of a stranger.
Heavy, 

Weave into them
like patchwork, mending brokenness
in the silent still moment
when i inject my veins with poetry

and drift 
like wheels on the pavement.