Rushing backwards to you,
hundreds of miles of hours.
Through the greyed glass
all the clouds are layered
and distinct,
hiding the sky.
The people in their
oddly shaped houses,
their oddly shaped faces
looking not seeing.
This time is so tasteless
and bland, all those neutral
colours and corners.
Where are your subtle textures,
the slight minty coolness of your lips,
the warmth of your breast?
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
prettier.
🙂
I love the ending, and the beginning,,, and the middle. This is lovely
Cheers slynne.
I like how you begin with ‘rushing backwards’
very clever.
kim
🙂
Glad you noticed.
very interesting piece, I particularly like how you gave tangible attributes to the intangible in the third stanza, and the descriptions throughout. I might suggest dropping ‘slightly’ in both instances (for brevity’s sake), but otherwise just about perfect. very effective.
hope all is well
B
I took your advice
at least on the first one.
I think it’s better that way.
I try not to repeat unless it’s very intentional.
🙂
B
Beautiful poetry. I look forward to reading through more. Thanks for your visit to my site. 🙂
Thanks.
I’m glad.
I’m going to add you to my blogroll so I can always keep a track of your posts.
:]
B
excellent.
Thank you
🙂