The Sins I Miss

Ancient Greek eyes

Blue love

Surrounded by serpents

Their tails shaking the keys

To the warehouse

The one that stores an ocean

Or so people tell me

I don't know

So I continue

Devouring new streets

Well, new to me

Just trying not to trip

over black ice

Adrift

and soft

and buttery and sweet

Puerto Rican loaf

Or so they keep telling me

It's all blue to me