Blue

Your voice removes my shell 
what agony when the night seeks a bite
suicide stars announce your arrival
my body cried with happiness
now my compass chose you from the herd.
And I like that dreamt version of you. 
That one. 
The version of you that lies down after the glory.
Your water of golden puddles.
Your back absorbs sighs
all those times you doesn’t fit in my gaze.
What imprecise contact!
You had to be blue to drown me in you.