Lime-juice hair,
citrus curls rest
on your mint coriander
summer-dress.
Nails painted like grape
sorbet, you slurp milk
from a royal blue bowl.
Careful not to ruin
Strawberry frosted lips.
An avocado pulp necklace hangs
from your neck.
Flushed–
Ripe strawberry. My bruised
irises look up and your cheeks
are scarlet ribbons. Careful
as you walk under the bottomless
blues of September’s sky.