Something Blue
scarlette
Sitting across from me,
he offers to share
his blueberries...
Yes, let me taste navy blue
sparkles of sex,
a fresh and warm
exchange
from your mouth
to mine
a chance encounter of lips
would be young
and unrehearsed
and any breath I take
from you
is like a new wind
over my body
stain my tongue with yours,
as my hand slips beneath your shirt
and my fingers play
against muscles
whose shadows
torment me
with every movement
you make
flavor my night with a fever I'll carry
into another world,
one I had thought
I would have to die
to reach,
a fever that will forever
disorient me
each time
I taste
blueberries.....
now,
if only
he could
read
my thoughts...
scarlette ©2002
