not synestthesia!

[vaalski]

my lips taste of chocolate
and oranges,
and when I laugh
it is with full-breath,
head back, mouth open.
the air tastes of fall
and change,
the feel of it
shocks through my body
like it does each year,
sweeter every time.

I relish the familiarity
of the looks I'm getting,
the raised eyebrows
from those who think
that I'm a little odd,
and the smiles from those
who understand;
I feel more myself
at times like this.


...on second thought, these are two different poems.