The Blue of Blood

My heart is wet and on it’s surface I can close to my thoughts. I sit on my hands with no sudden movements. It will rain soon and the sky will gently kiss all we know. An overwhelming pouring out of love. Someone you love (or don’t love) will eventually kiss your mouth full and carry you through the sea. But even then. Even then. Your blood is blue. Warm and blue imbued with flakes of silver light. With the sea beating against my body, impressing my consciousness through the memory of skin, muscles and nerves.