Blue Fire

A psychosis
We met in.

Turquoise – I thought.
I thought of you,
and I became
Plum-Red.

From our need
We took squeezes from the breath
The breath
That we took, each with our own lungs,
That escaped
Into a void for more

Tasted home cooked love,
Saw Smoky Quartz and Kyanite
in your eyes.

and now from far away
We face one another.

As I begin to set, you begin to rise.

I pass slowly, staring up at you; turning
slowly as time stretches,
A breath escapes.

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