consumption

When you stepped into my life you forgot to shut the door behind you.

A rainbow of feelings flooded in.

Suddenly I could taste blue and feel red. The sound of purple and the smell of green.

And I drowned.

I could taste your eyes.

The sound of your skin and hand feel of your heart.

How I’d gaze into your tenderness and breathe in your disposition.

Did I consume you, or did you consume me?