Sky Taste
Fragrant mind - like the taste of the sky at it's peak of blue
with the windows open in an old Chevy station wagon
hanging my feet out massaging the air
bumping down the road like a month of Sundays
on the run from obligation
Warm jasmine and cold Southern Iced tea
in a clink in a glass
balanced on my leg, forming prism rings
for the sun to play with
Your mind tuning my stations today
with a song that becomes my favorite and doesn't end
with a commercial refrain.
And the scent of possibilities blowing a lone cloud
North, dissolving any chance of blocking the sun,
making way for kissing the sky with eyes to match
the taste, the scent of her hue...
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