Moving in stop motion, your fists turn blue.
The same shade of blue as your eyes, which are
Iridescent like your hair. You are
All blue. But your heart is wood paneled with a
Shag carpet and a drawstring doorway.
You laugh and the band is all set to go on.
You crack a joke for a standing ovation.
The radio crackles and you smile for
A spooky tune or two. Your blue eyes well
Up for a friend and the ocean surges
Into your pocket where a piece of rock
Rests faithfully, ready for action.
You are water; you are warmth. You are blue.
You are my friend Lauren, and I love you.