Pale Blue

Jennifer Paige©1997

Hanging onto your shade

            Pale blue

I haven’t many able fires

To ward off the cool in you

Tighter

Clinging—

You won’t fly away again

I’ll pin your black-winged whims

            The smell of burning meat

            Is nauseating to me

            But I could inhale the scent of you

            Forever

Your flesh burning with the heat

            Of two bodies combining into one

Smoldering

            Pale blue

A white-heat with smoke of slate

            Pale blue

To the stars

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