Amber was the color of her energy

and so the song went

But she was unflinching and unforgiving 

so there are shades to her that still raze me

hues of hubris and mockery that just don’t go away,

just like today

when the rain caressed the senses of a pluviophile like me

I can see her scarlet shine through

as she told me breathlessly that

I taste like hot chocolate with marshmallow

soft and calm, steady in its irreverence

I am

That mellow woman. That warm lover.

That secret you need to keep

“How about your husband?”

How does he taste like?” I asked

You looked me in the eye, your amber now explosive

As you told me some tastes don’t matter

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