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The Blues
The song spills in my brain
wet cobalt paint
the blues, you
time, loving like children
holding you close
hot bodies
limbs entangled.
Now I understand
distance and blues
same house
limbs apart
thoughts apart
dancing alone at midnight.
All the heart can take.
Where heat rose
cold clings
The blues.
Sascha Darlington
The Blues…you have captured the feeling so well her with this poem. And thanks for the Elton John.
Thanks, Anne! 🙂