Listen. . .

Can you hear the music through the rhythm of our hearts?

I smell the sweet desire on your whispered words

Your fingers are hot as they graze my skin

And as candy wrappers and soda cans litter the ground

We fall deeply into an

Artificially flavored

Skittlekiss

And as I pull away

With determined dalliance

I ask quietly,

"Can you taste my rainbow?"