In regard to sky blue eyes and the metro

I saw a saddness
fabricated over the sharp angles
of your jutted shoulder blades

I wanted to slide my favorite fingers
just above the delicate structure
of those naked eyelids
you keep maimed in the sunshine
like a nocturnal median
I understand a bit too intimately

You blink absently in my direction

Consider me anonymous

A single orchid petal
oxidizing on a weathered windowsill
a repressed tidal wave
of sinuous bone marrow
a pair of impulsive hands
clinging to lightning

That blue devil in April
rain has yet to wash away
in stoic shadowgraphy