As blue as (your eyes, I mean) as
salt, peach trees, the steel-tilled soil
the blue earthworm loves, blue as fire
hydrants, tire rubber, single malt scotch
in crystal tumblers, stop signs.
Your eyes are blue as brick, as snow,
dogwood blossoms, as blue as oranges,
lemons, lime sprinkled on grave-bodies
in a sack, blue as a blush, as tennis
balls, beer, brass and tobacco-
blue as cream filled tarts, marbled
slabs of filet mignon, ruddy pork
haunches, blue as any random
thing, the stones filling my mouth, wet
pebbles that pinch my tongue.