Mediterranean blue

Photo by Saksham Gangwar on Unsplash

You start singing inside me

suddenly

violently.

You don’t care

if I’m on the train

waiting for coffee

praying with a child

confessing to the rain.

And I imagine you

dressed in skin

anointed with lemon zest

airbrushed with sin

arriving at dusk

in a Tarantino scene

glued to the ceiling

staring down in my dreams.

A Damascene waltz

a sacred invitation

to stand and dance

round and round

to sensual glass

to dried apricots

encased in ice.

Onto my boredom

you sprinkle fear.

Onto my fear

you sprinkle spice.

Mediterranean blue

I walk out of my head

and I start singing with you.