Kisses taste like colors to me. I close my eyes and taste orange, turn my head and taste purple.
I am used to kisses burning and scarring, the taste of red flaming heartbreak or cold blue.
But his are soft, gentle, fragile pinks and lavenders. Periwinkle and clear, oceanic water. A quiet unspoken promise that is sweet and utterly addicting,
a kind hard to forget
and lovely to remember.