That was the name of a paint
can from J&M Hardware.
With sweat lingering on her
face, she colored her room.
Tinted now like insides of
ripe plums, like perfect grapes.
When the sizzling lemon sun
dropped from heaven...night
became moist and black.
Her fan whirled thick air
stained with cigarettes
coffee, turpentine, white wine.
She sank into her wicker couch
as fog horns trail the horizon.
Lotus screech relentlessly for water
always wanting more more more water.
Closing her eyes, remembering him
now tasting the feast of his smile.