It Is You So Blue Poem by James McLain

Released from her lips, Zeus's great
rocks now stones she has released
back into the soil to start again within.
Icy wind blows it is her breath around
cobalt skies that mark her dress for him
next reversal always flowing true in form.
The cold air makes me harder than the
ice upon which eyes gaze as she moans
found new ever growing smiles ingrained.
Walking into her mouth young smiles white
teeth pocked with seats where I rest some
equipment seldom used still heavily handled.
Glaciers rim the sky ponds catered about
as heaving unreachable except with feathers.
I heat one hole within to drink again from her.
While sleeping to study her eye..of cobalt blue.