By Choice

Liquid gold

Those first threes days

Change, agony, adventure

The purest connection

Mother and babe

And yet there is blue

Hazel orbs

That curious little face

Dependant, shelter, adore

Hours spent gazing

Nurture and cradle

And yet there is blue

Rosey mouth

The pull and flow

Time, love, lost

There is no distance

My body and yours

And yet there is blue

Nude flesh

To conceal or proudly show?

Shame, anger, acceptance

I do not want to hide

Sated and exposed

And yet there is blue

Purple skin

The dull ache from getting it wrong

Consistent, cluster, cries

I am not myself

This stranger and me

There is blue

Pale at first

Building to heartbreaking waves

Pressure, alone, lost

Solo in a milky ocean

Silent and done

There is blue

Darkest navy night

The heavy weight of others opinions

Open, judged, ignore

You suckle the teat of a bottle

Them and us

Blue

Blue

Is blue the colour of guilt?

Breaking, finding, new

I stopped for me

Myself and my mind

Is there blue?

Liquid gold

The sun on that marbled horizon

Fed, content, calm

We found our way

Together and separate

A new sky blue