Yellow

Yellow is a color you can lick with your tongue,
Kind of like a lemon popsicle but sweeter and more frozen.
Yogurt mixed in with cream and fruit and summer sun,
A sweet lemon drop that looks like milk mixed with juice,
Frozen in a container in someone’s clunky old freezer.
Deliciousness that melts on my tongue,
Fruity tangy mangoey summery wonderful sweet delight.
Yellow is the taste of tartness that stays with you until the end of time,
Reach out and lick it, 
Sugary sourness resting on your tongue.
Yellow is the color that tastes like sweet milk on a warm night,
Comforting and delicous and oh-so-soft. 
Yellow is a berry smoothie bought at a street stand,
Walking down the warm sidewalk in two dollar flip-flops,
Reaching your arms out to the sun,
The taste of the tangy smoothie on your mouth. 
Yellow is a salty chocolate bar sucked on during a movie,
A limey glass of water while buying cheap sunglasses at the thrift store,
Sunshine slushy tart perfection.