Friday, December 14, 2007


On a whispering winter day
I sought to unlock the blue.
"My mistake" I thought distraught,
watching unfocused through frost,
lost, as four short, crisp, cool quips
spat in shards from the unconscious of you
shattered the sodalite that sat on my skin,
suddenly thin, like ozone above,
and shocked I watched as the solstice sun
appeared to dim.
Then and there corpse-cold lips
began to drip with a
slippery sweet stinging hue,
a cold and biting, bitter ice blue,
not quite the shade I'd had in mind...
nor expected to find
with the key bestowed by you.

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