Sky Taste

Fragrant mind - like the taste of the sky at it's peak of blue with the windows open in an old Chevy station wagon hanging my feet out massaging the air bumping down the road like a month of Sundays on the run from obligation Warm jasmine and cold Southern Iced tea in a clink in a glass balanced on my leg, forming prism rings for the sun to play with Your mind tuning my stations today with a song that becomes my favorite and doesn't end with a commercial refrain. And the scent of possibilities blowing a lone cloud North, dissolving any chance of blocking the sun, making way for kissing the sky with eyes to match the taste, the scent of her hue...