They step over us

on salted slushy streets

with cobalt coats, icy blue eyes

and sapphire rings

scarves match the color of our crystal

not mysterious because it’s dark;

black and blue, neither swollen nor bruised

our genitals ache from loneliness–bluer than the deepest sea

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/03/01/fashion/bill-cunningham-ice-blues.html?ref=fashion&_r=0

© Richie Smith