The Blue Light Bulb

When I was a child, my mother put a blue light bulb in the fixture.

Innocence,

Peace,

Momma,

She was my heart,

She cradled me,

She loved me first,

In the womb,

I floated in blue,

In the world,

One early October,

Blue met blue,

And in pigtails,

I lived in blue,

The light bulb,

And Walt Disney,

She submersed me in fairytales,

She grew me with magic,

She fed me with blue,

Her hands,

The fingers my own,

The cool touch,

She taught me to dance with angels,

Told me to embrace the darkness,

But always look to the light,

Glowing blue,

Her smell,

Like milk and flower honey,

Never to forget,

And in bloom,

States apart,

I remembered blue,

I loved my first,

Five years,

We made love in blue,

Walking in the rain,

Smelling almond blossoms,

In our hair, like the incubi,

Young in blue,

Growing,

I fell,

Unable to catch my breath,

Losing the blue,

I searched,

Climbing heights,

The city’s disdainful watch,

And craving the blue,

I found the path,

Hidden in vines,

A dozen nomads prints,

To follow in blue,

And when the sun sets,

At the end of my journey,

I will go back to the womb,

The womb of blue.