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.