I’m in your blue period, Poppy.
Take me back to Cancun where you can see all of me and spoil me.
You didn’t finish what you started
And it was unfair of you to leave me with your blue feet.
We were supposed to adventure together.
I know it’s bland and boring, but I’ve taken care of things.
I will see your bushy gray face again
That I burned and buried
Because that’s what I’ve made you in my mind
And you will have all of me
In whatever sea we become entangled
And comingle as lovers do.
My dear love, just wait for me.
I’ll be there soon.