There you are, fading into my favourite colours, receding, still,
exposed to soft and motionless blues, as I manage to grasp your
silhouette intersected by light, gesticulating as this safety allows
you, in a suspended moment. No looks exchanged, just me staring at you
staring at something. Collection of blue shadows. Your hair yet
unmessed-with, the whole of your body as a space so precisely configured
I fear I shall break it should I move or look somewhere else. We have
arrived at this stillness and maybe it'll be the only triumph we'll be
able to claim from the cruelest world so far. So let's stay in the blue,
if only for a little while. Maybe, if we do, I can manage to make
myself into a silhouette of a similar hue with a similar pose with
similar shadows marking an indeterminate point in which both you and I
will no longer be anything but a mixture of blue light and blue shadow,
still, quiet, precise, in the softer suspension never seen.
Monday, 23 April 2012
Blues
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