My Blue

As you walk just ahead of me,

through the woods, I watch you.

Your shirt blue, like mine,

edge-lit by the fading sun,

accents your blue eyes,

clear and honest, full of humor.

Your hair turning silver - like mine,

Glinting in the light.

I just want you to be.

Mine.

Sky Mosaic

The fact that the J.W. Marriott Hotel is called "Big Blue"

is probably no surprise. The glass-clad building

is slightly curved, so it is not just a big box on the skyline.

Its surface looks more like a mosaic than

it does a mirror, showing us the beauty of the sky

rather than just reflecting it back at us.

It's as though a skilled tile setter installed 

the expanse, his hand adding 

an artist's touch to each piece of glass.

On this day, we got a watercolor sky. 

Dark Blue Shirt

What is this game we play, you and I?

Two people who like each other,

yet who are afraid ... of what?

Like a fogged window, 
where I wiped my hand to clear the view, 
I saw you and every one 

else blurred into the mist.

You watch the distant skyline,

wrapped in the cold wisp of fantasy

where love is constant, 
never changing, carrying no risks, 

where the promise of an errant breeze 

is proxy for the warmth 
of a loving touch.

I saw you in your dark blue shirt,

sleeves rolled above your wrists

and longed to feel the warmth 
of your hand on my own,
the scratchy growth of your beard

against my lips 
as I lean in to kiss your cheek.

I want to love you, to arouse you,

to hold you for my own, and to set you free

for the warmth of love in reality.

Pretty Blue

A Speedway neighbor set this little bit on a small 

wooden table in their front yard.

Though plain and small, I found something

charming about the gesture

and, most of all, I just loved the blue glass.

Blue Building, Too

The dominant building on the Indianapolis skyline is the J.W. Marriott hotel.

Sited on the east side of the downtown area, the building doesn't impress me 

much for any outstanding architectural features, but I do love 

its blue glass exterior and the way the color changes with the weather.

Yesterday morning, the building formed a blue grid, resembling

an Excel printout, that looked especially nice against the morning sky.