good morning Sunday sun…or deep blue

good morning Sunday sun

meet me there behind the blinds in the pale blue waking where she climbed into the bed
over the white cotton
under the waves
and put her tiny feet up on my chest while I slept


two buses and a train away
mourning the day
and more than you’ll ever know
like Jeff Buckley
like ‘this is our last goodbye’
in black Dolce and Gabbana
and blue silk reminders
in pockets and dreams


deep blue
too deep to be real
she said
too deep to breathe
for words
to say


with mouths that kiss the timeless
the liquid lost grey green
smoothed round by your lips
by the words you didn’t say
by sand and time
like all the others
in an ocean of stones
like me
like you





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