A nebulous haze melts languidly onto the humid July skyline,
the sticky sunset dripping as lambent lava lamps often do;
Thickly,
with a candied and tropical syrup sort of consistency.
Wisps of vermillion swirl against tawny apricot as tiny, champagne pearls fizz upon a hibiscus hued horizon.
Much like an artist who cannot quite decide what it is, exactly, that he would like to paint in the background.
Drizzling tones of ochre orbit magenta meteorites,
the shade of neon pink lemonade and cherry jewelled stars.
The sky is almost sickly sweet in its saccharine flavouring,
tasting of spun sugar as a mist of glacéed bubblegum and an aurora of indigo clouds caramelise on my tongue.
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spacejunk
Poetry'A lucid trip through the cosmos and constellations' ✦ · . ✷ ✦ ✦ · . ✷ ✷ ...
