I see your arm get blue
From the elbow to the finger.
You point to a full moon
And accuse her of adultery.

I see your eyes get wider,
Even darker,
They pour out of their sockets
Like spilled ink onto a thin sheet
And stain the tablecloth
The way she stained your bed
The way she stained somewhere else.

I see your hair change colours
To match your different zodiac signs.
Sometimes it's green, how envious.
Sometimes it's amber, fierce yet delicate.
Sometimes it's black,
When the constellations are nowhere
To be found.
Sometimes it's black, when you look at me
And see nothing.

I see your tongue get a sharp red,
And you talk an alien language
I have to decode every word
With its own algorithm.

Then I see the rest of you turn blue
Turn blue, turn blue.


-- Eleanor