You walked into a blue world
Where sky is cerulean, sea admiral
And azure, undersides of trees
Bruised indigo. A butter sun, unseen,
Glints on whitewashed walls, paths
And feathered foam. Outside the margin
You wander down titanium paths,
Find a plum-purple olive grove
And meet a pale girl. Owl-eyed,
An ochre girl watches you behind
Trellised windows. Someday
A fisherman will drop her into cobalt;
Scarlet blossoms bloom on leafless trees.
For lives are savage here, pulsing through me
I will enter your world, find you
In olive groves, on sable sands
And fall in love. What I offer
Is not azure, scarlet,
Nor bleached blinding white.
I stand here, as always,
on the margins,
Missing a cerulean life
I never had.