Lauren and John are always discussing flavors
blueberry, lemon, chocolate chip,
banana, peanut butter, mint, hazelnut
listing them as if they were somehow significant.
Smothered in fragrances, lauren and John like to devour sounds.
They use words carelessly, describing the wind in abstractions
no one would recognize. They throw around small words
with massive connotations, words like love, claiming
they fished for years before they caught it in their nets.
When they are together, they murmur it in their sleep
though generally they are dreaming about daiquiri ice cream.
John is always aware of the roundness of Lauren’s eyes, but if
he were to asked to name the color, he would falter because
unlike flavors, colors require sight.