Violet,
pistachio...
with homemade whipped cream.
Red finger nails and a polka dotted dress that is the flavor of feeling young at heart.
Golden sunlight is chilled champagne on a late spring afternoon.
Window shopping in French is called, "Licking the windows".
Merisi and Yann do not like to shopping, licked their ice creams instead.
When Merisi asked for violet ice cream at Demel's, I thought she was teasing.
With my first taste of violet ice cream I was transcended to the river bank of Provence.
When I return home I will dream of violet ice cream.
Yann asked for, "Vanilla and Rose Rum Raisin."
Imagine the taste of Rose Rum.
On the window sill two dried pomegranates and a vase with white lilac.
My mother's home is flavored with red love pomegranate,
sunflowers,
waffles,
and children licking chocolate chip cookie dough from the bowl.
Annie is the flavor of stuffed grape vines and holy water.
Wearing red influenced my mood.
I had a taste of Greek olive oil, and I could taste the color green.
It surprised me when I said out loud, "It tastes like the color green."
While the others talked, I thought about color as taste.
Flavor of the day:
Red.
Living out loud.
The taste of black doesn't whet my appetite.
I'll keep it in my closet.
Oh that floor.
Oh that taste.
Red polka dots.
Waking up to a new aroma.
Is it spring?
Was it Demel's violet ice cream?
It was the taste of gratitude.
