Cobalt and Amber: Prometheus Daydreaming
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If I could shape the first man, I would make
Him cobalt blue, 
his eyes a Viking blue,
His nose a righteous Grecian one to shake
Your heart and guts—and cause an urgent coup.
Lord Byron would be jealous of his face
And want to lick it with his hands. The death
Of beauty would be banned. A thrusting race
Would be engendered in man’s bed. Male breath
In manly throat would be a sapphire mist.
A Rupert Brooke would be the color of
His azure brain, his every part be kissed
With flame-like sky blue lust— tanzanite love. 
His body hair would be as orangey as 
Jove’s semen jammed in holes as hot as jazz.
~ Phillip Whidden