Cyan Blue
Ever since I gazed at the sea
I’ve been enamored with you.
I saved for contacts to revise my eyes to you.
Glass frames from Zeny, I cradled 10 years
to be tethered by you.
A few times
I sanctioned other colors to brush my surface
unfastened locks for your brothers
Green and Navy.
But only you could bloom inside.
When I tiptoe amongst your soft layers
in heaven seeking you
visions of your spirit haze
themselves.
So, I imagine, paint, or sing your hue.
Your only weakness
continuing to associate with Cyanobacteria.
Certainly, she’s dazzling.
Still, you must know
she’s poisoning you.
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