golden hour

sometimes you catch me,

watercoloring the sky in the evenings,

paintbrush

dipped

in your dimples,

painting the clouds with

the blush on your cheek

.

golden hour,

they'd call you,

and

the trees glow orange like candies,

and the world turns

pink

like cotton candy buttercream milky roses

:

like candies,

dusting the sky in

shimmering breath

.