Love in the Time of Salt and Water

If I were to fall in love with blue
Had I been born an inch beyond, I too would have known the color blue
Rather than green bursting out of olives
A document with letters prancing in a language that pierces my tongue

If I were to fall in love with blue
Walls will stand between us
erect.
They are executioners wearing the maimed skin of saints,
butchering walls.
Chopping the touch of palms.
Without choice our photos will always be cropped, photo-shopped with snippets overlapping, as we unite beyond this wall.
It will stand and we
will fight to break these prisons we have built.

If I were to fall in love with blue
Our records will testify for the one way street.
He,
moving past the humiliation, and I
cannot even afford the ‘privilege’ of passing through cages.
This permission slip,
a luxury of breathing in my own home.

If I were to fall in love with blue
15 minutes
apart.
Borders mocking us, and time
prolonging this meeting.
An asphyxiation trudging emotional death,
longingly aching for touch.
Holding hands,
virtually.

If I were to fall in love with blue
My heart will be occupied by a brave heart,
as home is occupied by loathing.
Regardless, heart and mind remain troubled.
Regardless, I am suffering.
Would he jump the wall for me? Can he?
If my parents had blue stamped on their destiny,
would I jump the wall for him? Can I?
For the love of blue, I will unite for strength and will power.

If I were to fall in love with blue
I would imprison the angels in the task of watch keeping.
I would be aching to be thrown and lost in his dreaded eyes.
If you fall for blue,
your heart connects.
A bond stronger than the ink taunting us amid foreign documents.

If I were to fall in love with blue
Goodbyes will ooze into the wonderment.
Will there be a next time?
Will we be within the same borders again?
Or will I get a call from a
weeping mother.

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