Iris in sky blue bloom
It is through those windows i seek-
Celestial backdrop fills me with wonder,
deep within the silvery – blue.
Blue from mourning;
Silvered by the sliver of sorrow.
what you admit to know is irrelevant.
Not that I try to slither beneath your learned flesh;
Might I have the desire, though not the will.
How often do you gaze inward,
through those eyes of shame?
When last have you touched your own fragments-
tattered and torn;
They wear you so well.