Your eyes,
Hoodies, shirts, boxers,
Hair, socks, veins,
Blue. Is you.
Blue is your color,
Your body and soul.
It is the saliva
Mixing with mine as our lips
Crash, blue.
The sky in which we
Waltz under, when your
Blue hand collides with mine.
Blue, the color that
I cannot see the same.
YOU ARE READING
A Whole Melancholy of Lovers
Poetrya book of poetry written for the boy i love the most, and maybe a few others
