I think he is aching
not a bad sort of ache
the kind of wanting
that builds up inside your lungs
and spills out over your teeth
I watch it drip down his chin
and stain his clothes
a florescent blue
that glitters and blinds
all at the same time
whenever he smiles
and his face catches the light
it's as if I'm standing above the bluest waters
and I've forgotten how to swim.

(reading blue)