A Poem

I see shades of you in shades of blue
From ocean dark to palest sky
The troubled hint beneath the surface
The stilled tongue quiet to avoid a lie
Mornings first are the lightest blue
Watercolor soft and sweet surrender
How you wake slower than I do
But when you wake you’re often tender
Later mornings when we emerge
Your color…
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