After I tasted you for the first time

everything tasted 

The way the first bird of spring sounds

SCREAMING

demanding to be heard 

demanding to be felt 

 

After I tasted you for the first time

I saw color for the fist time

The shades of blues in your eyes entertained with the stormy greys of mine.

Your yellow light that brought my smile with no word having to be uttered

The rosiness of your cheeks the mingled with the hues of my lips as the strained to hold yours

 

After I felt your embrace for the last time

All of the color feeling and sound was gone

My gray palms when your slipped away 

mocked me

My once green and vibrant step became muddy and cold

I couldn't.

 

I floated through life

Not knowing what was keeping me afloat

Not knowing why what ever it was

was doing it

 

You'd think now years after id be okay

I would love to know how my veins could pump blood even after they once pumped love

When you see color everything has meaning 

And now

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Everything taste different.

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