Blue
I am blue like the lips of the woman I fancy,
like the shades of blue on her back
and everywhere else.
Her kisses are like some kind of energy that makes me feel good,
and it is rich with life, with air and people.
Surreal, like the warmth of the sun when you're sitting on grass.
The color of her lips are like the color of the sun.
And when the sun kisses me, I think of her kisses.
Like kissing an orange..
Like kissing an orange, in the sun...
I forget where I'm going,
but that's not the best part.
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