Tasting the rainbow
We sat in the dark theatre
Our eyes meeting occasionally.
Nervous smiles at the accidental brushing of hands
as we reached for more popcorn.
Chewing green skittles.
When it was over you walked me home.
The rain came down on us washing away our remaining butterflies
as we huddled beneath my yellow umbrella.
So close. So close I could smell that sugary sweet essence
as you chewed red skittles.
The street lamps flickered on overhead
signalling it was time to leave (though neither of us moved).
We turned to face each other the unspoken question lingering between
Your lips were stained red...
and I tasted the rainbow in the moonlight.
by Ciara O Farrell
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