NAVY BLUE NIGHTS
She sees blue “bonjour” in his handsome eyes.
He’s wild for her cornflower wig, a pageboy.
A bluebird flits in their garden delight,
where plump berries grow and joy’s juice doth flow.
Her manicure’s shaded with chalybeous.
Her ears pierced with abalone blue pearls.
Egyptian blue and heavy mascara,
her nighttime’s infused with forget-me-knots.
His denim jeans frame his posterior.
Her azure eye winks as he passes by.
Slightly parted berry lips brush his lips.
He holds his breath blue as she whispers “adieu”
1/23/2017
Categories:
chalybeous, blue, crush, happiness,
Form: Free verse
Listening to the Blues on this cerulean night,
my mood dark with visions of ecchymotic dreams
leaving chalybeous bruises in my crazed mind.
I waited for the turquoise twinkle in your smiling azure eyes
to soothe the despondent indigo thoughts I'm feeling.
Like a vitreous vapor I could feel you, but you did not appear.
I guess your cold cyaneous attitude shouldn't surprise me,
it's what I deserve, after leaving your beautiful mind filled
with empty, brooding, questioning, mazarine emotions.
Now I sit here alone watching the aqua liquid of your cocktail
throwing slowly fading teal reflections on a crinkled napkin
as the argon Curacao sign blinks lonely above the empty bar.
Liquid slowly pools in the corner of my cesious eyes.
You used to call them your sapphire visions into my soul,
now they're just old and faded like our cyanotic love affair.
It seems you have finally had enough of my broody blue moods.
I don't blame you, they've cost me more than just you in my life,
as for now I'll just wait in my livid sorrow and listen to the lonely Blues.
02/28/16
Categories:
chalybeous, loss, sad love,
Form: Free verse