A warm shock to the system, honey-colored light, a red-apple heart with an electric synth beat, violet eyes, a utopia for misfits, for wallflowers to bloom, almond tree blossoms on a crisp autumn night.
The blink of a Godardian eyelash, the pages of Proust, smoky curls of incense, the spark of a lemon drop cocktail, Parisian tongues and art deco jade, amber flames crackling to the sound of spilled champagne.
A siren’s song in sapphire waters, a fresh sprig of jasmine growing through a crack in blue asphalt, spinning happy flowers of a Murakami kaleidoscope, unfolding and opening to you like tuberose in spring.
Soft pink lipstick shimmering through raindrops, a hint of freesia in the air on fresh wet pavement, the sound of jazz piano, warmth with a faint scent of clove, a burning voice that croons what have you done to my heart?
A lush jungle of sound, tense snares, hot skin, leather, hard white strobes, obsidian cliffs, knotted trunks of juniper, a dense forest floor, dancing between trees as the sun sears the horizon and paints a tangerine sky.
Hedonists on the dance floor, soul and glamour, the taste of limoncello, warm flushed cheeks, a blazing orange sunset, dewdrops on a water lily, a little red corvette, howling under hot pink lights at a disco ball moon.