I dress in blue
and long for the sky.
Walk, weary feet,
to the end
where it begins.
Escape is so intangible
yet I taste it's nectar
on the wind.
A summer-addict sigh
of the girl stuck
in winter.
Spring dissolves
before me into
gossamer confusion.
Could you tell me
that your love
equals mine,
pulse-snatcher?
Could you say
that your arms
will always hold me,
beat-stealer?
But nothing stretches
to the vastness
of my abyss;
only ehcoes 'round 
the edges,
grass blade teases 
of unfulfilment.
Bangles circle my wrist
like so many shackles,
they jingle-jangle
down the street
with weary feet
and blue dress.
Indigo go go
dreams
of freedom.