I am the ever-blue bride

Frist a swig of Prussian blue -

At birth you are new, babes …truly brand new.

Maybe oxidation of Ferrous Ferro cyanide salts

between mummy and papa, who knew?!

At 27 I could fall in love with anybody,

everybody and you. Cobalt blue they said, Cobalt.

The chemical element of atomic number 27, a hard silvery-white magnetic metal.

I hung to the word magnetic. Must be magnetic me, magnetic you

Or the world is truly askew.

Why, everyone wants a bit of me

Young ones admiring sky blue grins

Older ones strutting peacock blue brows

Same gender alluring cerulean blue seductions

Opposite gender dressed up cadet blue attractions

Me hiding in plain sight teal blue negotiations.

Until I could figure – with all this, what to do.

I went with my Oxford blue considerations.

40 years thence of lived data evidence suggests

I did possess a poly-nary point of view

and still do.

Now

Won’t you pass me some Sapphire blue gem

- gem of space?

Tried it but

I didn’t really enjoy your game

Of blending Ferrous Ferro cyanide salts

On my pretty meat.

The stuff that’s beyond senses

attracted me most.

Poetry or pride

both I said, both I chose.

And ran away with the azure blue leaving the maya blue

for the midnight blue suits me most.

The overall temperament still remains

largely melancholy

if you ask me.

But I know you won’t.

for all blues are moody

and so are you,

thankfully.