Blue Hole
out of the blue you arrived
not just the usual winter blues
more like permafrost with icicles
piercing all colour out of me
until everything was black
the dogs on my shoulder
a pack of wild hounds
haunting me down
growling chewing digesting
before there was no more prey
to be sucked out of my life
one of them in particular
showed no mercy but wore
the face of my ex a terrier
and I was the rat in my nightmare
a silent movie paused on its reel
clockwork arrested in agony
but death refused the call for
endless loops would not retreat
out of nowhere a petite woman arrived
in an aquamarine dress with whistles
and bells on her outfit
she led me to a cerulean sofa
took off my charcoal garments
undressed what was to become
she blew kisses and smiles
onto my naked skin and painted
flowers of hope in magenta and crimson
with honeydew stems and forest green shoots
the hole changed to whole in split seconds
of passion kindness compassion and love
lust for life if you want and hollowed depression
out of the blue morphed from beneath our moans
a young soulmate with a dolphin earring
who also bore some tattoos on her skin
but she calls it cinnamon bark
now we howl with the wolves
in tune with stellar composure
more than once in a blue moon
23th May 2020
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