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
Cover image by Malik Skydsgaard on Unsplash
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