Him Part I

He feels blue.
Not deep midnight
but azul like skies
just after night.
Bright and light
full of promise blue,
blessed with an orange moon
tinged with fuchsia blushing
like love.
He feels familiar.
Not like uncles or cousins
but my past lives lovers
moving in concentric circles;
parallel but never touching,
till now.
Fitting easy at my back,
My face falls at his heart
and mine rests easy
in his hands.

Tanefa Wallace © 2010