You taste just how
the navy blue sky
looks at 6 am in the summer,
just before it's washed away
by a muted gray

On the tip of my tongue,
At the edge of your bed,
you are alive with
brimming electricity &
knee-deep hues

But you are always
seconds from
fading away

And as you descend
I turn down the lights
to find you shining
under ground
But I never know
for sure when
I'll taste
navy blue
again