Morning balm falls with bated breath
Like mist that settles then lifts
And drifts through azure fields
And I say to the man, what would you do for a bucket of blue
Sand that spreads across an unmarked land
A planet left out for you and me
To blow like dust a cerulean sea
And feathered blue light
Such an elegant sight
To unsettle the dust within the hourglass
And wear down its great walls till it’s just
Sea glass and seagrass and so much blue in between
And I say to him, it’s a sci-fi garden of eden of me
So deep that it’s barely mentionable and
Barely fathomable and
Barely livable
Or swimmable
A desert swept clean of the sediment
Or sentiment
Not like children that play in the sand
Who build walls that will crumble
And a moat that merely fumbles
My great winds that flow free
Cause someone left the door open
And let it swell free
But I say to him, no planet but mine creates a vacuum like me
Carved out of flesh and thus to be filled
With something or someone to till
The great plains of this blue terrain
And hollow out that stone floor
Till it’s nothing, just powder
Or dust and shimmering lust
In hours spent pounding the life into me
Locked beneath an aquamarine
I’ve got blue blood in the crease
Of my palms so you’ll see
I’ve a notion not to breathe
Till I turn a deep blue!
Do aliens blush in that hue?
Sometimes I wonder what it takes to renew
A contrarian horizon
To awaken the twins in me, baked to perfection
And choose between heaven or hell
I’ve a limbo to quell
A victim of my own duality
That shares the same stem and root
Of that beryl fruit
Until I bury the tooth…