amidst all blue,
all pure caribbean,
i thought of the ocean and the blooming gray sky

amidst all metallic
all sunflower yellow,
i thought your eyes could never look so alive.

it was 9 at night
in the backseat, full of sweat

and you looked at me like
everything living between us was silence,
not heated breaths or shaking chests
not your hands dug into the caves of my body.

and i closed my eyes not to forget
but to remember
and i leaned up
amidst the color of your lips
and everything felt like red