The Crushing Blue Poem by Jon Blanes

We are young for love
drowning as we are
in the crushing blue
of the divided months.
Ardent flesh, green of heart,
slender arrow of the broken sky.
Girl among the blossoms,
pressure of broken nights,
your summer dress,
your winter scarf.

It is a shame
that I have nothing to give you
but my words, my flesh, my shadow
and the flames
that rise all around me
burning your touch.
Siting in my room
with unlit candles
waiting, listening
in diamond nights,
to the wind, the rain and you.