Blue blood

We will turn blue like the sky
Not a fluorescence of Krishna
Whose blue is a middle thing
Between loyal blue and ocean
In the blues of a peeved lover
Her eyes closed with his flute.

Ours are blue blood particulars.
They will in due course merge
In the blue vagueness of a sky.

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