Shades of Blue

With my ragged grief alive, 
In Burton blue moonlight, 
I fall, 
Sullen and wounded 
Beneath your weight, 
And weep inside silently, 
Interested not at all in your soul 
     or mine. 

A picture forms behind my eyes, 
Pulled from tedious rusted mind full of memories. 

          Vanilla candles burn 
               dripping white rivulets 
                    onto cold, mauve veined marble. 
          The sky flies by our white gauze curtains 
               in gentle shades of blue, 
                    And I smile at the memory of you. 

Another day the sky is gray. 
In the stunted sunlight 
You are a wild and wonderful beast 
Standing beneath the storm 
In a pool of lust too strong to curb or deny. 

You are a silhouette of power 
With shimmering lion's aura, 
Encircling black mane 
All disheveled, 
Male and proud. 
Your Martin guitar filled with shades of blue.

© 2008 C. Harter Amos