Lemon

Lemon in the sky

You know when the sun's gone soft

And subtle… ready for twilight

All pastels and

warm mergers

Nothing to do with

Crunching numbers

Nothing to do with

Saving coins

Where the colour

blends into shades

Of one

Then another

Like bodies

Rolling

The softest

Spectrum.

Lemon

Like food

Like a glass jar

Filled with sweet and sour

Like a pie

Or a shirt

Or a skirt tinted

With buttercup smiles

And not so many whys.

Lemon like a song

Like a dance

Like a moment

In the middle of

A squeeze

Like two hands

In a hold

Like a memory

Like the colour

Of morning

Today.