From Blue to You
I’ve always been your favorite color,
but I’m hers, as well, so your eyes
were a clincher for her. Remember
your first time together, a Chicago blues club?
Yeah, I see a lot of that. Hear it too.
But I saw none of that between the two of you.
No blues there. I didn’t even mind when you went
back to the Windy City for a jazz festival.
She was overcome when you introduced her
to my beauty in that magnificent lake,
when she saw my true depth. And the way
you two looked at those blue skies? Especially
the night sky and your talk of a blue nebula,
your love for each other that seems ever-expanding.
Thank you for that.
This poem is my response to Poetics: True Colors? – the prompt
from Mish at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem the perspective of a color.