I’m blue, blue, blue  
--my baby 
For you, for you to be still, still be my baby--- Not blue, 
That terrible color, of ghosts and untethered sky 
Draws us up, away-- we could just 
Slip, like a hand tucked in, come along. –No,  
No. I’m a gravity kind of woman. The room feels me in it, and I feel the room. 
Every center is a dyad, pulled together and down, and so are we. 
Stay pink, pink Rosie, holler all night, 
I hear you. I love your tiny thorny toes that catch and wrinkle deep 
Into every aorta. I don’t mind at all: 
I will orbit you until the blue will have me.