my sushi blueboy to Sean C.
when i think of you. i think of you in shades of pink and blue. electricblueblondeboy full of waterwishes and half cocked smiles (similes) and rosy lips cracked and soft skin tanned in the sun.
today you resemble your sushi. raw, simple. and it slips past your lips.
les mots that cover green workbooks de francais are littered scribbles of travaille de bébés
and to tease with the ease of the devil is a gift.
something about your laugh or your infinite
reservoir of arrogance: such a cocksure
draws people to you
seemingly like moths to the flame
even though no one gets burned
you still hold that enticing, exciting mystery
but cool calm blue reason is
something of a balm
that coats your speech
when i think of you. i think of you in shades of pink and blue.
rosesaltelectricblue.
sushiblue.
a hint of beryl in the moments where laughter is the commoncoldcure for everything left behind.
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