Blue

I have pulled out all my love songs
like ribbons from my hips and fingertips
I am left rainy gray

there are promises that I have made
there are poems I have written
and this is one of them

my heart is leaking drops of sweetish blood
I lick them up where they fall
all down my white dress front

and I would like to travel somewhere pretty and far
and build a temple out of clouds
filled with dreams I’ve written

but here, where it is stagnant
I remain
blue from too much washing