She dressed in Cerulean.
Or Azure; Alice or Iris.
Sometimes Palatinate, Periwinkle,
Prussian, Persian, or Phthalo.
But always blue.
I knew the feel of her through her
Cornflower knickers.
Traced her lips and bud and cheeks,
and teased Forget-me-not nipples.
Her eyes were Majorelle,
behind Glaucous when I met her,
and Maya after that.
And Duke, for nails and the rims of her glasses.
Her lips liked to pout around an Egyptian vibrator
tongue teasing Teal beads.
Never wore Rose, or Mikado, or Fern.
I saw Harlequin in her wardrobe once,
but there it stayed. She shrugged off Chrome,
and Sacramento State was ignored.
Once I asked, “Viridian?”
and she gave me a creased expression
and brushed me away. It goes,
without saying,
that our sheets where Columbia.
I pressed her into their watery hue
as we fucked into
our Midnight passion.
And when the sky was painted Powder,
she slid away, Carolina cold,
out of my loving embrace,
and slipped into Crimson knickers.
I looked twice before she left,
covering Lust over with,
of course, doubtless, unquestionable blue,
and was gone into the Royal dawn.

Written for #FuckMeFriday which is hosted by Aisling Weaver. This week’s prompt is #Blue.

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9 Responses to #Blue

  1. pratthead says:

    Well done! Very difficult task to perform, but you perform it marvelously. Thank you for posting this!

  2. anglachel27 says:

    Gorgeous, such an overload of visuals here!

  3. Annie says:

    I agree, superbly written!

  4. Denstar65 says:

    Oh very well done!

  5. Cheeky Minx says:

    So evocative, so gorgeous…

  6. MissCatherineGail says:

    Love this! xxx Catherine

    • LadyGrinSoul says:

      Thank you! I quite like it. Might be time for another poetry podcast… x

  7. Yes, THAT Tonya says:

    Quite lovely. :) Cobalt is my favorite color. :)

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