colors taste different sometimes and sometimes the same,

azaleas that spray like squeezed lemon, yellow and rounded and yet any shade of the purples and pinks hits the tongue and the senses with scattering droplets of flavor

I learned many years later the poison held in each blossom and wonder what gods protect children from their nature of touching and sniffing and taste

and still might be tempted but for wisdom that may prevent spasms and knife blades of pain and yet must be known in first person of "I"

and carnations all taste of mint