They say color the sky with the same hue as you are.
Maybe that’s why I love staying late at night.
But then you came and you were like that fervid day with cumulostratus clouds up high.
Darling, you make all the seasons like a mid-summer time to me.
Your lips taste like orange popsicle, sea water.
And pineapple and watermelon-ish mixed with tequila - warm, exhilarating and intoxicating.
