Blue becomes the color of our intimacy: the
signature of its fragrance and flavor, and its
tenderness; blue, the color of the semi-sheer
socks that adorn your nakedness; blue, the
color of the silk sheet on our bed, where the
last of societal expectations have dissipated
like an after-dinner cabbage fart; blue, the
color of the sky that anticipates the surge and
release of your sweetness in streaks like
afternoon condensation trails, and, in the
evening, meteorites' streaks or comets' tails.
Starward