Tastes Like Color

Sailing down the avenue

With boats strapped to our feet

Skate around the bend

Where the road doesn't end,

Where two other crosspaths meet.

When I kiss your eyelids

They taste like the brown they hide

And when I kiss your cheeks they taste

Of all the clumsy and thoughtless haste

Of the words that you let slide.

It doesn't bother me much

That you might have lost your touch

And lost your mind as well.

It's because I'm under your spell.

But I'm also in your clutch.

I licked blue raspberry Popsicle

Until it wasn't cold.

Red-like-tomatoes lipstick

Made you look like an idiot.

Made retro not look old.

The broken things we call our past

They're just calendars on the floor.

The new one's on the door.

And if we mess up that one too,

We can always reach for more.