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.