Blue Fire

(for unrequited lovers, everywhere)

I see, but you, not me.
As two begin, we three.
I yearn, not learn, the turn
While spin you two, not me.

Away I watch, so near.
Avert my gaze in fear.
Grow hot with cold to burn.
Blue fire will burn the seer.

My clothes, too loose, not fit.
The ache, my breasts, no quit.
Within without, wet fern,
Too weak, I paw what's lit.

A dream of lips like wine.
My eyes, they close and dine
On body, so tight and firm
With kisses and hugs, not mine.

You two, a dance, quite bold
As you, to me, send cold
I peek with hands that squirm.
But hope burns bright, I'm told.

One day, so hot, our skin
Ignites a pyre, pure sin
I'll come, and she, replace.
As one, we two begin.

For now, my dream, beheld
A ballet in bed, two meld.
I see, not hers, my face --
I rubbed, you fucked, we yelled.