hot summer nights

My heart is made of summer nights,that crushed velvet violet tye-dyedwith wisps of hot pink ribbonscutting across the surface.It sneaks up on you and thenpresses down on you entirely,imprinting itself much deeperthan you'd realized.But once you notice it,that violet fades to tender blue.That's where you live in my heart.You live where ocean breezes andoil paints cascade in summernights framed in silver and gold.You live where that blue neverburns out and winter nevereats those nights alive.My heart is made of summer nights,and those nights were made for you.

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