The world I know is cast in blue.
The shadows drip and collect in puddles of navy,
and on your face
the low light leaves its cyan fingertips in the contours.
A parking lot as it sags in its colors
the sun slinking slowly away is washed
with pale teal straining against the magenta sky

There was a baby blue dress,
with little white shoes
and a little girl proudly wearing them.
the world was purple before
but that little dress always found its way in
the frilled socks and little sapphires
innocent satin and organza
and the little powder blue rose bud
right over her heart

Your hand
a frenetic figure on the rough, worn softness of your seat
for a breath,
the Prussian of night is bathed in fire
your hand becomes a different creature
warm and golden
but like all things, it passes
and you are blue once again

she is singing
somewhere beyond the cool baby blue walls
her voice fills your ears like the rich hot chocolate in your throat
if you were to venture beyond your walls
perhaps pull apart the barred midnight curtains
and let in the sky
you would see a world bathed in crimson
a swirling fire high above.
For now, you swallow
and drown out the warmth with other sounds

your curtains remain drawn