Tuesday, August 23, 2016

tangled up in blue

if i could not see
i'd use my hands to feel
the peaks and valleys
of your face and body

if i could not feel
neither love nor blues
i'd listen to the sound of your lips
sinking against my skin
and to our melody of
blossoming azure crocuses too

if i could not hear
i'd watch your lips,
like clouds, gently
sifting through the air
as i wish to gently sift through
when i'm tangled up in blue

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