The brilliant blue of noon skies

when the sun is at its peak

so golden rays reflect off of 

a silver ring and twenty fingernails.

The fraying wool blanket decorated

in navy, deep red, and black plaid

that is large enough to keep two bodies

warm. The burnt sienna of his hair, the pink of

his lips, and the pale of his face

all turned to me and suddenly it’s as if

I'm trying to describe the taste of water.