Everything turns all rose and blush when you slide a pair of glasses up the bridge of my nose. My annoyance and the cramp in my left asscheek is forgotten when I look from the dashed lines in the road to your technicolor face. You’re glowing and shifting against the seatbelt and the endless desert in the window behind you and I’ve never understood something so infuriatingly lovely.
[A part of The Color Series]
Alexa Kathryn 