Idle Blue

I like it when your teeth bleed,

I finally get to see your real smile

Eyes black and blue

Out and in of the effervescent hue

A flickering streetlight on ephemeral avenue

When the rip in my stockings turned to a gaping raw wound of idle inclinations

Biting you red cause you only revel in affection with infection;

The kind that’s severance stings more than either of our canines ever could

Cool on your back

Calling back to you

Idle Blue