
It’s another season now,
Not summer and not cool either,
And the sun glows bright purple
Reflected in my nails.
My fingers smell of oranges,
Though it’s now another season.
Not too deep, not too low either,
My pool floats me by,
Purple water and a black me.
And I know you’ve had a bath here,
The smell of another fruit overwhelms me,
But it’s another season now.