Blue String

I push up on it when darkness creeps in,
hoping under the shade of night
my blueness will not show.
He always wakes
when I slither on him
silently in strange places,
pressing myself against him,
I steal kisses as he lay in shadows,
secrets from lips red with passion,
his heat pulls me in
from the veil between us,
always my name on the inhale,
softly against his blueness
I live until desire’s last second
awakens him from the Dream.