In The Blue

This is about a moment on a couch. You figure it out.

In the Blue

Blue upon blue,
melted together,
perfect match,
never seen,
never noticed,
fabric without a face,
name without a name,
unmoving,
unyielding,
barely breathing,
enough life to exist
without living.

Invaders,
intruders,
conquerors,
stealers,
thieves,
whistle a tune
happy soul but
whistle it elsewhere.

Get away from the blue.

Enter torturers,
tormenters,
insolent beings,
overstay the
non-existent welcome,
choke the comfort,
rape the safety,
but always leave
the way you came.

A zone,
a world alone,
apart from any other,
sole occupant,
permanent fixture,
occasional visitors,
admire the statue,
criticize the painting,
artist unknown.

Another shade of blue.