Reassuming Blue

Rows of daisies, pick just a few
Grasp their necks and dye them blue
Wilting cornflowers bleeding dye
A declaration beyond goodbye.
Liquorice lingers under my tongue
The hope of hearing words unsung.
Smoke billows from between my teeth
Hiding tar and oak and pine beneath
Ransom my lungs, Poison perfume
The wilted cornflowers begin to bloom
A finger sliding down my cheek,
A touch quite new, a thought antique.
A drop of blue falls on the snow
This is hot, I think you know.

– TLS

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Jueseppi B.
    Feb 19, 2012 @ 23:28:49

    Reblogged this on The ObamaCrat.com and commented:

    I have always admired a poet…and this Poetess is young, gifted and beautiful. Meet Ms. TLS, from her blog: details in the fabric. Enjoy her words.

    Reply

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