This Sky Overcomes Me

I am caught off-guard

by the color of the sky,

restless in a shade 

not quite black 

but too deep a blue 

for something out of water.

It’s like the sky could not

choose who to be,

and lost herself in

the hesitation of decision.

The stars are more like

pricks in her fabric.

Light begging for air. 

An almost that if allowed,

could rip the sky apart.

I can’t breathe, our unspoken

pounding on my chest.

Could I have ever shared myself 

with you, in a way that 

kept breath

in-between peony lungs?