It rained last night
for the first time in months
and I, in an act of spontaneity,
danced between drops
and gnashed jelly beans in my teeth.

I tasted the flavors of the evening -
forbidden fruits
lies
deceit
and all other synonyms
for being a bad girlfriend.

And I have come to the conclusion
that the flavor of betrayal
tastes an awful lot
like cinnamon hearts.