A PRISM SAVORY

Green is juicy, chewy and richly moist.

It is the end of hunger

And smells of dinner.

Green wraps the skin in baby bunting,

Soft, safe and warm.

Brown tastes like baker’s chocolate

Or the sand flavor of a desert wind.

It has a dryness that clings to the teeth.

It smells of loam and mulch warm in the sun

And may slightly tickle, like grass.

Black is the slick hard smoothness

Of tempered steel: unyielding, unforgiving.

Black has the chemical taste of polyester,

And the flat aftertaste of factory milled cloth.

It has no more smell that aluminum or plastic.

Orange is hot chocolate surprised

With a touch of cinnamon or chili spice.

It is the touch of chenille both soft and not—

With ups and downs, uneven.

Orange is thick with the smells

Of bleeding saps, the perfumes of spice.

Red is stiff taffeta petticoats,

The sharp cold that cuts

And tastes like blood

And smells of tundra.

Or it is hot, perhaps with a scalding heat.

It smells of wood smoke

And has the tang of resins

Charred and steaming.

It is a taste that clings

Dry as ash upon the tongue.

Yellow is the delicate sweetness

Of honeysuckle sap.

It is not heavy with overtones

Like honey or maple syrup.

It smells of spring blossoms.

In the coolness of evening

It has caught the warmth of sun

Found in ceramics and rock.

Yellow slips across the skin

Like  bangle bracelets

Ultimately delicate

Infinitely light.

The surface of velour or corduroy

Is the fleshy touch of Red-violet

Which tastes of fruit, soft yet crunchy:

Cherries or grapes,

Apples, plums or pears,

Melons or peaches.

It smells like the first cut

That opens the summer watermelon.

Blue is the touch of a down feather

Or the wet cling of a cold shower.

Blue has the contrary sweetness

Of rock salt or the sourness of brine

From too long exposure to decay.

It has the dank smell found in caves

Or in the hollows of sea shells.

Violet slips across the tongue

With the heady, heaviness of honey.

Velvet smells of night blooming flowers.

The touch of violet is the allure

Of expensive velvet or the softest of furs.

It is a tempting warmth

Deep enough to smother in.

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