February

we knew this month was for us

it's sunny in L.A.

remember the short man at the farmer's market?

he tried to get our numbers

you made a tight fist and an angry face

the short man turned and walked away

after that, I felt an air of freedom between us

your cherry-stained lips won over my mind

my heart

and my everything in between

being a winner came easy to you, didn't it?

you always shadowed a color that didn't exist

you made up your own colors

magenle

oralue

yeled

your colors never disappoint

please come back this February

it's sunny in L.A.

i'll bring the cherries

you

bring

you