ETIOLATED

BLUE LINEN

450–500nm

his eyes

that contained kyanite nebulas far away

lit up the bruised blue sky

like a comet trailing ribbons and rayons

of sapphire satin and beautiful diction

his being

the way he illuminated, butane blue,

by the fluorescent lights overhead

and converged at the point twixt

(ultra) violet and cyan

his voice

like swallowing up

all the stars in the universe

and throwing them back up again

only to drink his words in once more

his cheeks

i would place kisses on each poison bluebell

that burgeoned from his bronzed cheekbones

let his blue venom permeate my lips

in a tingling, tickling sensation

and feel him swim in my bloodstream

his fingertips

he would thumb my tainted lips apart

press his bejewelled ones to mine

and spill into me

his cosmic blue syrup

embroider my bottom lip with his sweet nectar

steep me in his smell like freshly washed linen

paint me lavender and bathe me

drown me, smother me

in his perpetual blue pools

and swathing bundles of being

and finally

call it a blue linen baptism