if i were blue
like David Hockney's pool
dive into me and glide
under a California sky
inside your mouth and nose and eyes am i
.
if i were blue
like Edward Hopper's afternoon
lift the sash to air the breeze
let my summer flush your cheek
lie supine beneath the soft and gentle season
.
would that this were that
this is more like black
dark as darkest indigo
sickly sweet and ripe
like nothing
smothering light
.
bring on the pelting rain
palpable sensual pain
like Goya in his studio
in the thick of night
absence is
dull and silent
………………….
if i were blue
a pale Picasso blue
as beauty is to sorrow
let me cover you in sleep
and in your melancholy i would give you peace
.
if i were blue
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