This Blueness Not All Blue
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It resembled a sun but could feather

It resembled a woman who spun
into what she touched slowly

What she touched resembled the residue of sound
that burned anyone within hearing

You walked into it and were burned

You smoldered in degrees of distraction
until the she it resembled kneeled to carry

you into a room furnished by the heat
in your head and a pain to shake your lungs dry

The sound of the touch of the she it resembled
seared into your scrap of a body as you

slipped from those arms and wondered
what it wouldn’t have been like to fly