This sunset is not an orange; an orange
is not this sun re-setting,
but this sunset glows with orange forgetting
what is it to be an orange setting:
fretting to rhyme with any things;
fettered in the netting of mood swings;
jetting off, cool and juicy, from the sun-blessed bastings;
sweating my tastebuds and wetting through my skins;
but always offsetting for warm and glowy zings;
upsetting the balance of colours, rhymes and things.