la femme à la peau bleue
if you will step this way,
with your lips slipping
on curves of my body
like a painter which
sweeps gentle tints with
its brush on canvas, —
i'll see rainbows' spiral,
i'll hear stars' magic vibe,
i'll feel expert to switch,
any astrophysics,
says (...), a little monster,
without false confidence
to one who rests in blue, –
la femme à la peau bleue
