She walks by wearing blue stockings in the rainy afternoon Her youth is like a tender dream She wears a pair of adolescent stars from her ears All her boyfriends, when they speak, sound like cool rivers In the sky-blue of the day She smiles The way lilac bushes crush petals into joy
Now three o’clock in the precious afternoon of torn cotton strands School lets out a riot of sapphire glitter Some girl stripes her vanilla ice cream cone with azure breathing On seeing this she faints like a toss of sprinkles
She’s woken by blue candy kisses Like a cluster of stars falling From a boy Upon her face The constellation of a crush
As she gets up A thousand blue ponies slide from her rain-water hair Before disappearing in the distance Young children mount them tackling flowers
She kisses him And lets slide the sky-blue of the day from her lips His arms fall like water around her body As she turns, racing to make friends with The twinkling blue of a butterfly’s eye