My Pen, Pen

Cerulean

it was someone else’s book
(one still on the shelf)

and all its shades of blue
poured in at twelve

there were waves
along the sideway

our underwater promenade

a bit like Moses
a bit like swimming

all while asleep
under the linen.

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