Dark Blue

I like it when you look at me with hard, hopeful, hungry blue eyes.  I like it when you’re mean and beautiful and good.  I’d like to think I’m like that too.  And I like the way you kiss me when you mean it. You kiss me like the sky is falling.  And I think that if the sky fell and you were looking at me and I was looking at you, everything would be hopeful and mean and beautiful and blue.