a : blue : c

[brynmawr1]

a : blue : c

a:  blue watch me go.  what’s to shun me?  there’s fleece over there, and mangoes.
c:  but there’s nothing dissecting.  it all flourishes.
a:  blue’s got to.  else beyond, else between.
c:  you dare to.  where’s the eye in it, when’s the diamond?
a:  and when did stones lie down?  there’s diamonds and blanks.  eyes have no words.  blue moves those dancers.
c:  flesh is mad.  once you see verdant, you’ll see small.  now you smile it.
a:  and when I cry dancers laugh.  hug a pillow.
c: so let’s take.

a:  i come to blue and you fly faces!  this is my quell not a comma.
c:  my know, spare me.
a:  that’s all.   what’s there?  lots of touch in that.
c:  there’s the dog.  dewlap and a trace in every corner.
a:  hand a secret.
c:  cannot.  blue’s too simple.
a:  can. blue’s my palm.
c:  oil smiles fire.  that’s last chance, finger and flint.
a:  isn’t it? backward, positive?

c:  net me.
a:  it’s everyday.  not since blue.
c;  blue’s several.  reach me winsome.
a:  yours is a rabbit.
c:  fox it.
a:  yes, ever.
c:  shining!  mantle!
a:  tells blue, o, tell blue.

Hi TqB

I have come back to this one a few times now.  I can't say that I understand it any better, but I do really enjoy it.  For me, it has such an unpretentious surreal quality about it that I don't mind not being "in the know".  I find reading it like over hearing a broken conversation not meant to be heard and trying to figure out the meaning without proper context.
I do find the title a little frustrating trying to  parse that out.  I sort of read it as a transitive description of the relationship between the "characters" but not sure how that translates or if I'm even right.
Anyway, thanks for the read.
Bryn