my polite thought is blue.

the delicate weave of malted sky. the blues and the y's.

the softness of touch. the tapestry. the captured rush.

the looking. the seeing. 

the weaves of thoughts. spiralling. drifting. 

dissolved in the absence. 

you look at the curve eager to touch.

i follow the curve. 

my polite thought is blue.

mirroring the emptiness of still.

me encoded in stillness. 

Mellow blues and distant auburn skies