Opiate of the Sky
I can see through my eyelids, lies
the color of indigo-
worn on the sleeves of the world.
And when they crawl through lips
I will know.
I can melt the world into ink
with heat-
from the sun that swallows indigo.
And we can either hold our breath,
or breathe the color of violet
like air.
The answer should be clear
as starlight
sprinkled over blackened sky.
And I-
am the opal moon,
emperor of peach strained dusk
You don't know what I can do.
Copyright © Courtney Baker | Year Posted 2012
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