Orange-yellow Skies

By Sridhar Ryali

Your little dimples, Your crescent smile

Transcend me to an ethereal high.

The touch of your hand, my head on your

shoulder,

Today we are young, together we'll get older.

I can feel your palm on my face as our lips collide

Rapidly rushing in my stomach are butterflies.

As we sit together under these orange-yellow

skies.

Your rosy, red cheeks, your diamond eyes,

We stay stationary as time flies,

Your tight hug, your curly hair,

Our love is in the air.

You touch me and my eyes go wide,

Rapidly rushing in my stomach are butterflies.

As we sit together under these orange-yellow

skies

By Sridhar Ryali