Blue

Blue is the colour of lust. The pale dirty blue of a school corridor
or the watery fettish of a February sky. This hue can can been
witnessed in the back of a womans stroking hand, through her glassy
nails, in the vains of her breast. One can taste it in her metal breath
and it can hang in a room for days. It is the colour of old anoraks,
the ones that are in fashion again for their sheer vulgarity. It is an
old seaside colour like the salt faded rope giraffe tails that wash up
on the beach. It can sometimes flash through your swollen cock or be
seen at the tip of an exploring tongue. It can be seen through empty
intestines, cabbage and wet salt. It is that ghost colour that swims
through your cigarette smoke and swirls around the light bulb. Its the
colour of the cellar where you killed your Mum, the colour of your cum
on the lino, the colour of your lonely soul.