It Is You So Blue

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.