I do get tongue-tied
trying to use few words boldly
to convey a sense greater
than the blue in your eyes.
But they trip me, you see
into dreams I don’t remember
huddled in the warmest car
with snowflakes on the windowpane.
I have naught but pen
and paper whiter than teeth
with which to coax this hand of mine
out of it’s uncooperative ease.
To dabble in between lines
that intimidate my eyes
eyes brown as deep earth
gazing ever-upward heaven-bound.
I find myself hard-pressed
to define a disney blue
who confuddles my thoughts
into innocent simplicity.
Bare-breasted naiivety
was once my closest friend
until I sold her for walls
walls I tore down vice for vice
to come back to myself again..

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