body

half of blue

sometimes i pluck my tongue

from the roof of my mouth

from its root in my throat where my thoughts start out

you never see so much blood not even

with prussian waves you have watched spill and waste

in that war where you sometimes get lost and i turn into a smudge

the bloodriver flows to me and fills me up

so i am empty of it but still i bleed a cobalt bath

it weeps from me warmless and thin in places, an un-nourishing and faded soup

and i am inconsolable right through

rightthrough rightthrough rightthrough

and fears chase me until my breath breaks into knells

but you always turn over

like seawater the ivory shell

suddenly there you are, cool, newborn

and your silver light lifts me

i meet your eyes and i feel fluttering lids

with my soft blue fingertips through your blistered tone

and i am touched by your sore blue voice

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