The
night
is so
painfully
blue
that
my
chest
becomes
a cave
of melody.
Cars
exchange
blue
places
like chess
pieces
castling.
The moon
hears the
blue
dreams
of you
that
string
from my
fingers,
& bursts
with
desire.
I watch
planes
crisscross
the tube
of indigo,
but I
don't
care -
you aren't
on one
of them,
yet.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
The
night
is so
painfully
blue
that
my
chest
becomes
a cave
of melody.
Cars
exchange
blue
places
like chess
pieces
castling.
The moon
hears the
blue
dreams
of you
that
string
from my
fingers,
& bursts
with
desire.
I watch
planes
crisscross
the tube
of indigo,
but I
don't
care -
you aren't
on one
of them,
yet.
