Peering through the contrast window,
Looking for the vast tomorrow.
Where he lie away from you,
Is he thinking of the blue?
Is he thinking of the way,
Your pearl of skin, luminous face.
Falling down, into your dream.
What dreams so far, so true, embrace.
Blue, the thought, the eye, the womb.
The comfort brought from in your gloom.
Is he there to think of you?
Is he thinking of the blue?














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