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.