THE DEEP BLUE

After the sun hides itself,

Leaving trails of flame

In a cotton candy sky,

And the old lady from the moon

Gazes at you,

You shimmer in blue

With ocean hands,

Send crashing dots of blue

And pull them back.

You sparkle

With electric blue lights.

I can see ocean galaxies,

Colliding with each other—

Breaking and re-birthing,

Swimming and dilating

At my feet,

Lodging salt planets between my toes.

You are something else

When the sun is meditating

And the old lady is knitting-

Something more than a breathing sea

Spitting seashells.

An electric caress.