my breath- heart pounding
excuse is a photograph.
you trying to kill me?” I gasp.
what colour would you call that?”
almost blurt out- well, blue-bell blue!
that doesn’t describe the indigo shaded places
it’s deeper than that
lighter than talc in the powdery bright.
a feeling than a colour.
scent is a remembered hug from my Mother
blue a flash in her eye
like an adult I am holding back
to run as a child
the middle of all the blue and be lost
she is now today, her birthday
million twinkling ice blue candles
into adolescence the newly bathed baby
there for a moment on the breath.
kiss that begins slowly
you deeper into his arms
lilac, feathery-pillowed bed
to her question I reply