Shades of Blue
With my ragged grief alive,
In Burton blue moonlight,
I fall,
Sullen and wounded
Beneath your weight,
And weep inside silently,
Interested not at all in your soul
or mine.
In Burton blue moonlight,
I fall,
Sullen and wounded
Beneath your weight,
And weep inside silently,
Interested not at all in your soul
or mine.
A picture forms behind my eyes,
Pulled from tedious rusted mind full of memories.
Vanilla candles burn
dripping white rivulets
onto cold, mauve veined marble.
The sky flies by our white gauze curtains
in gentle shades of blue,
And I smile at the memory of you.
Today the sky is gray.
In the stunted sunlight
You are a wild and wonderful beast
Standing beneath the storm
In a pool of lust too strong to curb or deny.
You are a silhouette of power
With shimmering lion’s aura,
Encircling blonde mane
All disheveled,
Male and proud.
Your Martin filled with shades of blue.
nemesis89 said,
September 28, 2008 at 9:25 am
Lovely poem. Really liked it. You described everything in quite some detail. Anyways lovely blog.