was it bronze or was it blue

was it hue or was it you

how could i possibly choose

to describe the beauty

or the blood

that it drew 

your fingers your jaw your cheeks 

my flaws 

i can't be without you

so i have to be without you 

a heartbreak in my dreams 

and a handshake in my thoughts

van gogh packs up your things 

and the medicine lifts you off

as you sink into the quiet neurons 

working away in the back of my mind 

a blue lightning nightmare

that i can never doubt i love 

be free be well be happy 

you dick