They call me tomato
as I feel the flush blooming
chest-neck-face
Curse this onion skin
You.
A cup of warm Spanish chocolate
thick on the tongue,
velvet smoothing down.
Double entendres
Laughing at my open innocence
Daylight imaginings.
Red as a tomato
Crimson as a rose
Can’t help it
I wear my feelings out on skin.
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Image credit: Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
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