Untitled (Or The Evening Redness In The West)

You draw a frame in the sand
You suck your teeth and lick your hands
You step into the consonant cold
You wet your eyes and lie on the limestone

You see the sky another shade of blue
She sees the sky another shade of blue
You see the sky another shade of blue
She seems unlike another shade of blue

You see the sky another shade of blue
She sees the sky another shade of blue
You see the sky another shade of blue
She seems unlike another shade of blue

You see the sky another shade of blue
She sees the sky another shade of blue
You see the sky another shade of blue
She seems unlike another shade of blue

You draw a frame in the sand
You suck your teeth and lick your hands
You step into the consonant cold
You wet your eyes and lie on the limestone

You see the sky another shade of blue
She sees the sky another shade of blue
You see the sky another shade of blue
She seems unlike another shade of blue

You see the sky another shade of blue
She sees the sky another shade of blue
You see the sky another shade of blue
She seems unlike another shade of blue