la femme à la peau bleue

if you will step this way,

with your lips slipping

on curves of my body

like a painter which

sweeps gentle tints with

its brush on canvas, —

i'll see rainbows' spiral,

i'll hear stars' magic vibe,

i'll feel expert to switch,

any astrophysics,

says (...), a little monster,

without false confidence

to one who rests in blue, –

la femme à la peau bleue