Rooftops

It is stuck,

In the back of my throat.

Something rising in my chest...

This mass, it tastes of all the colours of the rainbow

I breathe it

When I close my eyes

I can almost touch it

Taste it

Sweet, spicy, tangy,

So rich yet so simple in my palate…

It whispers and tickles my ear…

It is everything at once

Fragrant like a garden in bloom

Sturdy and soft under my fingers

Loud and silent at the same time…

I am dreaming;

Wide awake…

My senses are confused.

And I want to scream it

Shout it from the rooftops

To all passers-by:

I love you Sonechko!