Dearheart

I was young and we

were riding bicycles across Iceland,

ashen land, young men

following me everywhere looking at brown

eyes because they’d never spoken anyone’s

brown I understand that just by

looking delightfully cold at blue heartbeats

crystallized stillness roped off places you can

simply melt inside Blue

Lagoon hot, you simply

melt just by swimming looking up

at blue heartbeats of delightfully cold blue crystal Icelandic sky

she was young, eloquent feet, ballerina soloist, radiant creamy

skin, one of the bluest stars dancing extraordinarily

Iceland blue in the sky blue heatbeats dancing

her eloquent feet deteriorating blue

heartbeats pounds piled on her skin so horrible debilitating

pounds piled on her neck thick with a

stomach roll didn’t even recognize how blue

took hold didn’t recognize how blue took

hold of her extraordinary crystal gift

cold blue broken crystal barre roped off workouts

simply dance melting inside blue crystallized stillness,

simply melts just by dancing, looking up

at the blue heartbeats cold blue crystallized stillness