Thick, warm, fuzzy air Radiates against your skin, making you want to doze off You sit on the front of a low red car that looks another era, leaning on the glossy hood. I want to put your lips on mine The world feels yellow, and orange. It's as if clear smoke has filled the air My eyes are dimmed through thick sunglasses, my body absorbing the warmth through jeans and a small black shirt I'm in a lucid daze Looking at you through a curtain of leather black hair, not bothered to move it from my face. Your eyes the crisp refreshing blue in a world tinted amber Like a fresh spray of water on my back After hours of sunbathing We sit there We say nothing We take in the sun We don't need anything else