dream flavor
by =seeinglight
But I still have
all the flavors of you
woven into my hair:
Smoke and fire,
love and war.
And these things
keep replaying for me,
though involuntarily:
Kisses on your sweet summer lips
and the (ten thousand) colors of your eyes.
Do you remember when I told you
”..your fingers are just like pianos..”?
Probably not because I think..
that might’ve been a dream.
