Portrait of a Lady in Blue

Your faint smile—curved lips of plumb hues—growing fainter
            Demonstrates distant beloved fond memories
            All that you are, have been, & want to be is in your own hand
            Take me there with you—show me your fragile life
 Chiseled jaw continuing clear up to the most questioning eyes & careful ears
            Your dress slips away, though each insecurity holds on
            I have loved all of you time & again, through every blindfold
            Take me there with you (again once more)
Independent muscular figure that haunts each & every dream with lust
            When I have called your name, you have not heard me
            And in your quest of fulfillment, your moon has waned
            Take me there with you—where the gods sleep