Powder-blue sits alright with you.
Your back towards the view of
my eyes. You sway your coy frame for
the melody your finger tips tap against
the fret of the guitar.
My eye’s dance taken by metered mathematics
encourages my limbs to take in steps.
The pale-sky of your sweater
enhances the sweet soft blue of
your eyes. Which makes
me wonder ‘if they are reflecting light
off each other’ the way the skies and oceans collaborate.
Why don’t you sway my way?
So I can get a better look at those cotton seas.
And waltz into the sky’s ocean, whirling myself in it.
Because powder-blue sits alright with you.