Into the blue

 

 

pearl fishers in azure seas deep waters washing the isle of the dead in coral harbours amphora spill gold across the still seabed we lie there fanned by the billowing sails of forgotten ships tossed by the mournful winds of the deep lost boys sleep forever in a deep embrace salt lips touching in submarine gardens cool marble fingers touch an antique smile shell sounds whisper deep love drifting on the tide forever the smell of him dead good looking in beauty's summer his blue jeans around his ankles bliss in my ghostly eye kiss me on the lips on the eyes our name will be forgotten in time no one will remember our work our life will pass like the traces of a cloud and be scattered like mist that is chased by the rays of the sun for our time is the passing of a shadow and our lives will run like sparks through the stubble. i place a delphinium, blue, upon your grave.

derek jarman, blue. from: chroma. a book of colour - june '93

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