Title: Distance Wears a Blue Jacket
a leap
as i grip my blue dress
my white arms
sway above concrete steps
weathered
i am blue
i am wind
i am a creature of distance
for I covered it
with blue
Title: What is it Like to be Loved?
Flora
My body sways to nothing at all
This is lace
This is tea
Soon my face is cupped in warm hands
Debussy knew how that felt
Eyes gentle with blue water
The dusk that glazes the infatuating house pink
Conjures the kind of pantomime rapture that persuades me
Now I am flower-picking
The flowers whose colors are haunting