Thursday, October 9, 2014

BLUE WET

You admire each piece
tiny in its perfection
They tease you with
potential completion
Languid longing

The sky pulls you deeper in
and deeper out
with excruciating tenderness
Blue, so blue

Liquid blue
Each drop of that sky
drinking you whole
leaving nothing behind
but traces of
blue wet

Little tiny pieces
tugging at each other
through their distance
wanting to dissolve into each other
wanting to be one
submerged
in blue wet




-- Carolyn Kaltenbach (2001)

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