Indigo glows in the summer,
When,
Sky,
Falls,
To touch,
I,
Anticipate,
You.

I walk in the open air towards you, only light surrounding the iridescent. An Ambanja panther chameleon, you. Blending in city ports, lights and all sapphire shades of night. I don’t want you.

I,
Grip,
To,
You.

Heat clinging to a pier holding only two. The mask of humid dew on bare shoulders, I feel the weight,
Drip,
Down,
My,
Arm, you cling and I drift towards an indigo prince sailing in from a shadow blue.