Bluewing Falling
Her magic is drawn
from an ocean's
million hues
reflecting
boundless skies
slain by her trembling perfection
you grab hold of her
to save yourself
and you do not mean her any harm
you just want to feel what azure feels like
to experience the depths of cerulean
but her cobalt dust
rubs off all over you
your being
indelibly indigo stained
as the beauty you wished to possess
lays crushed
at your feet
July 13th, 2018
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib | Year Posted 2018
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