softshell

soon I'll be in your arms again
and loose the rest out of gazing
at the brightness in your blue
the first and only blue for me
special and distant
like my heartbeat melting
blue hot and sharp
kiss her, keep from freezing
hold her breasts to your lips
keep from drowning
eat her soft and slow
and push the stars into
pull the clouds out of
the soft and perfect iridescent origin
perfect for my senso
shinning like a sea star
an anemone or mystic vibratory pudding