Blue
Bordering on belief
in the sleigh bell kingdom.
Long and lavished on silver and gold.
Caught in a web of promise.
She peals white skin from her palms.
Layers of dried white glue.
Lost in his supple paws
she longs for blue.
Baby waits for liquid velvet.
Baby lets her religion go.
Baby waits for liquid velvet.
Baby feels desire slow.
Back-talk swings objects toward her.
She curves her lumbar.
Sits back on her heals.
Stars streaking in her slow shutter, photographic memory.
Sand slips through the hourglass
of Gale’s imagination.
Breathe deep, unh huh, breathe deep.
Baby waits for liquid velvet.
Baby lets her religion go.
Baby waits for liquid velvet.
Baby feels desire slow.
In the backside of dreams,
she wakes up in the desert.
Gale cries when she tries to feel past the royal blues.
Breathe deep, un-huh, breathe deep.
Mama thought she knew better.
She’s gone and lost her baby.
Her sweet, sweet baby girl.
Her sweet sweet baby girl.
And silk cools so quick when a body is spun.
Baby waits for liquid velvet.
Baby lets her religion go.
Baby waits for liquid velvet.
Baby feels desire slow.
