Lady of the Blue

Lady of the Blue Blue, the color of cool, the choice of my description of her aura. She's of a smooth mannerism, eloquent conversation, you could easily be enveloped in her circumference. There's a mood change in the rooms she walks in, the attention earned amongst the crowds she walks in, never meant to be taken. Particular in what hues she selects to mingle with, not so easy to share her vibes with any individual, resilient to obvious approaches. Jazzy notes are the tones of her voice, like the harmonics of a saxophone, she's a queen of her throne, independent behavior, flavor lingers even after she's gone. You could be blown by the topics she selects, she reflects on retrospect, analyzing forward prospects, while she remains copestetic. A tickle of the brain she prefers, a taste of likeness from another, a touch of harmony would do, the scent of masculinity could subdue, the sounds of her walk, you may be enthused. This walk or...... “catwalk” I should say, is mesmerizing to any set of eyes. The rhythm soothes with each step, click, clack, one step in front of the next. She's a rare feline of femininity, it would raise a curiosity of her whereabouts and origin, but you would be compelled to remain fixed on those eyes of the moment your caught in. To feel submissive to such a color laid back, is mystical as the embodiment of life itself. It may even make you feel you're in over your head when engaged to such a mist. However, the inevitable remains, surrounding celestial bodies orbit her, observing her tint of such an insatiable hue, Blue is this fair-lady's effervescence. I must admit, I'm at a bit of a crossroad of what direction I should take. Now I'm an observer as well, I understand now, it's a contagion with no cure, but sheer with sedation, no regulation, I could possibly overdose, here goes, let's see what comes of this as I begin propose. Scribed by, Roz