Blue Sea, Blue Heart

Blue never tasted so fresh.
I ate my one blue heart out.
It tasted like the sea without salt.

I went green inside, jealous
of the wind sweeping away
my favorite cloud in the sky.

Blue never seemed so lively.
The blue sea called out to me
and its intent was malevolent.

I followed it, nonetheless.
I was green inside, envious
of the waves, too high to surf.

I came to an understanding
with the blue sea and my blue heart,
that I would be jealous no more.