Blood has a taste of metal, so perhaps we are
machines that need to love something to keep us
warm and red like evening sunsets that calm us after
a long day. Blue in the tropics mean too much heat like how
when skin turns blue we are cold and dying like the sea engulfing
our emotions and motivation to capture sunsets in the camera reel
fifteen minutes before our brain shuts down due to the lack of blood.
Blue skies can make us kneel when the sun finally has the weather to
punish us for staying indoors too much, to turn metal into furnaces which
boils our blood smelting love into hatred and cooking tears and sweat as twins.
Maybe this is why you now live somewhere colder – Not needing my coals; The summer stink.