I can only grasp

At swaths of gas

That swallow the whites

Of her hazy eyes,

And lower their lids

To a lazy suspension…

They’re the same blue lights

That make her gaze

Glow twice as bright

In our private dimension.

When Chemical Blue

Has her way with you,

She has all your attention.

And she deserves it.

When Chemical Blue

Touches down,

You know.

There’s no storm.

There’s no war.

No question.

Only the joy of our blended impression.

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