Blue Is The Coldest Colour

4.1.1

He is meek within the cracks
of crystalline eyes,
dodging illusions of affection
and the silver strands
of an icy winter web.
Jumping
from star crossing
to star crossing,
searching
for the place where
he once danced,
carefree and cradled,
in the clean warmth
of her azure love.

© Nicole Lyons 2017