A Brief Infatuation with Indigo

Your indigo hair left me in ruins.

I was downwind of you on the river,

and I caught scent of heaven.

The blue flowers on

the back of your neck

rooted in my heart

with a swift current.

But you were a stranger.

And I was a stranger to you.

So I bit my tongue,

doing my absolute best

to avert my gaze —

to keep the pressure

growing in my chest

from smothering my heart.

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