Give me your blue.
I see cities in your bruises,
the singing blue tongues of a nation
under your skin.
I see your song
percolating, beating
underneath.
I cut you with my teeth
and taste your sacred anthem,
I free those melodic cities,
the emancipation of your song,
echoing skyscrapers drip on my teeth,
and I have your lyrics in my mouth.
You have a new home
in the back of my throat.
I will always sing you.
Your city will grow
and rise in my voice,
you’ll get lost
in the streets of my words.
You’ll be home
amongst the lights
of my poetry,
glowing buildings
that flicker
with my heartbeat.
Give me your blue.