Milk in the sky

 The material flaps slowly 
Milk in the sky
Orange juice on the pavement
Through the tunnel of my mind

communicating
the cloth moving in the wind
or is it dancing by itself
I'll have to wet a finger

Milk in the sky angel
Save me from the eternity of thought
Bring me inside the curtain you seem to be
Shut it out so that I might hibernate

Orange juice up to your ankles
The residue of a sweet dessert still clinging to your lips
Will you come early that decent relief
Or late stretch out that anticipation

The material catches a gust
bulges out and the flattens
my hands come together
I pray for a storm

Milk in the sky
I can see it in the cloud
Evidence is an empty city
waiting for the deluge

Don't escape it
Invite it and look me in the eye
Are you looking up or down at me
Am I your Paparuda your snake antelope?