Loving Blue

January 20, 2008
By Alix Scarborough, Austin, TX

You always wear blue.
I want to sneak into your bedroom,
open your dresser drawers
and sift through endless t-shirt blue.
But is there a closet somewhere
of red
that you are hiding from me?

Don’t tell me, please
let me kiss your lips and silence your secrets,
let her fade away in our memories
(both yours and mine),
her short boy-hair and pear hips,
big raccoon eyes and red red lips…

But shh…
Look at me, Blue, you are my shade now
and we match perfectly.
Do not argue.
Just kiss me,
and let us sink
into the sweet cerulean sea.

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