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 warm sweetness in streaks like
afternoon condensation trails, and, in the
evening, meteorites' streaks or comets' tails.
Starward