Copper’s Flame
A poem of the blues, but not like that
Count me in slowly,
Elegiac stanza
Blue as the music
That nestles my skin
Deep ocean waters
And blood that’s been battered
Blue without oxygen
Sickly and thin
Paint me, Picasso
Like nothing else matters
When pieces of faces
Erupt like the stars
I’ll run like the sulfur
That glows down the mountain
Cerulean lava
That melts through our scars
Blue like the crystals
Of ice that break through you
Bursting through cellular
Modular blocks
Azurite quarries
Form chasms within us
Shearing the gears of these
Quartz crystal clocks
Blue as the birdsong
The creeps through my window
Bringing the morning
Through eyes that can’t see
Blue as the love of
The warrior poets
Entangled in you
And entangled in me
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Listen to the reading of the poem here.
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