Poem: Love is an Electric Peach

My hair is getting longer
and I'm drawn to colors like
peachy pink and electric orange.
An orange so seductive, you want to
suck on it, choke and feed your thirst
on it.

I am not sure why I suddenly admire
these colors.
Maybe it's the yoga studio I sit in or the
spring flowers I inhale in or the man I
devour.

My man's eyes are hydrated, gooey pools
of satisfaction
happy pills I overdose on in the morning,
in the noon,
in the night.
I float high, belly full of
pink peaches and electric oranges.

This must be what love feels like.