The Blue Divine

Is it your face that I see
As the shutters on my eyes
Heavy with morning slumber
Lazy, groaning open slight

Is it peacock feather I see
Swaying ginger in dawn air
The shiny black curls modest
Virile, tingle and titillate

Is it flute seeking your lips
Ductile move those finger tips
Blowing rhythms in holy splendour
Instilling mirth, dispelling fear

Is it sparkle of stone-etched rings
Or the glint of your aurous bangles
Maybe it is the glimmer of amulet
Lost in servile love, I adulate

Basking in your blue radiance
I remember stories of dalliance
Myths and legends of a divine form
Smirking, luring never forlorn