deep dark moon

something twirled - rather carelessly - through my hair,
fixedly - into my ear, reminding me disparately of life
and forced the thoughts "where" and "who."
though unlistening, and because I am "here"
tell me why you are so typically distant blue


                         -  pause  -


still, please, forgive me, friend
I (sigh) am listening now. Listen - 
Ladybugs glisten and blue jays sin
but I would rather not blend.
I am lost and I will sing.
An heiress of yellow under
your transparent wing and life
in thorough lines will glisten.
Death, like sidewalks, we will
lipstick, and Home,
we will christen.


                        -  pause  -


your lips - with confidence - never shutter
always a breath distinctly blue
your inner beauty is my deep dark moon
and in time, our (perfect) loneliness will conquer death.