Talking of Blue...

Talking of blue,

I would say that the blue light
traced the tracks of your veins,
ripples in your skin.

I would say that the blue water
did little to hold you above it,
for you were not buoyant.

I would said that blue fingernails and blue lips
were not the fashion choice for winter.
Concentration-camp-chic was not the in thing.

You would say nothing,
as I would try to warm you.