crucially cerulean

A midnight sky under a full moon

Holds no sway against the tides

Chief tutelage of a master

Removed my need of the bosun’s whistle

The only blowing you will experience

Will set your mind to reeling

Your senses tingling

Your balance akilter

I will draw from your Poetic pen

The azure pigment needed to

Inscribe my name on your skin

That you will forever wear tattooed

In the small of your back

On your inner thigh

Across the third rib

For even in the dawn of creation

I sprang from that place

Full grown Athenian

And while you might say

This makes me subservient to you

The real truth is you need me

Your warrior maiden

You desire me

My body calls you

In a primal language

Of verbal grunts and adjectivial groans

Tears and sweat release in individual droplets

There is no intimate inhibitions

To hell with trite contrition

YOU WANT ME

To make you whole

To bear your rhythm

To baptize your spirit

There is no prodigal return

Except through me

I am your middle passage to navigate

Until you refine your purpose

I will remain the sapphire oasis in your desert

Each probing implantation in other waters

Will only leave you blue and never quench your thirst

I await the whisper, if you dare to speak

"Crucially" cerulean across my lips