Lesleigh Owen - Blue

Lesleigh Owen

Blue

Beautiful, bountiful, bright blue

Blossom,

Following the sun with your

Gentle head.

In the salty nighttime,

Jupiter smirks a

path through the sunroof

while Van Gogh comets

swirl

in chunks of blue.

I remember the night,

stuffed with cottony fog,

when the moon

exploded from behind

indigo mountains,

a UFO intent on domination

and anal probes. We

laughed and

wondered when we could kiss.

And then we did and awakened in

a train station with

hot, blue-gray steam,

padded seats,

and destinations

beautiful in their fairy tale

familiarity.

I wanted.

I wanted to give you

the least carnationy

flower in the world.

I wanted to polish others’ eyes

into gleaming

mirrors that reflect the rolling roundness

of your wavy ocean belly.

I wanted to sip your azure thoughts

and

eat each fragrant breath.

The moon stains my arm –

blue, with hints of magenta.

The ocean is a sea

of bright blue tears

and I

learned to swim with fat mermaids.