Blue Planet

My world is blue.
Not a dismal blue,
not a tear drop blue . . .
no, no.
It’s a bright blue,
a glitter blue.
If you tweaked it just a bit
it would be violet,
a royal violet.

My world is blue
in all the right places,
for all the right reasons,
the most perfect blue
you every tasted . . .
lingering on the tongue,
rolling along the teeth,
until it is allowed to slide down inside
and become part of you.

If you mixed a cloudless sky
with an ocean wave,
tossed in a can of baby blue paint,
three drops of food colouring,
and my favorite shirt . . .
well, it would be blue.
But not as blue as my world.

My world is blue.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 1999
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