Blue Bones

Blue bones
Broken branches
May I photograph you sleeping?

The moon is out
(But you know that)
And the room is bathed in blue

The window rectangle of the lightest light
Drapes your bare, sheetless body
Like a glass blanket
Like a ghost veil

I aim it lightning
Like a storm on your body
A white flash disrupting the blue
But it gives me a memory
(Storms always are memories)

And the blue flows back in
The quiet of you flows back in
As if there were no deafening flash
To subconsciously stir

But I heard it and trembled
I almost ran out the door
To the black hallway that goes on and on

But you did not move
Not a single inconsistency from sleep
You stayed and I stared

There you were
All old and new in the blue
Under a glass blanket
Under a ghost veil
But I could touch you
And shatter it all

Author's Note

Hmmm not sure if I like the last stanza...