Kisses

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.