It's like chocolate.

It's like earlobes.

It's like the moment just before.

It's like socks.

It's like a memory

of two women with short brown hair

sharing shy teases,

never touching

It's like tequila -

warm,

sweet,

scary.

It's like oranges.

It's like straps and buckles.

It's like a jogger -

sitting on the curb,

massaging her foot,

sweat in her hair.

It's like the smell of suntan lotion.

It's like red,

red,

deep red.

It's like closed eyes.

It's like chocolate.