Taste is in the Color

White wine



   always makes me think of your

   upturned mouth tracing

   old scars on my lower back;



   how did it feel to have another's life

   dancing beneath your lips?



   One hundred vanilla candles

   still won't cover the scent

   of the strawberries and champagne

   you left behind.



I wonder if I'll ever try another color.

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