Brushing back
multicolored hair
She smiled,
leaning in,
tasting what felt like adventure on her tongue,
sweet as cotton candy
and wild as if the world had been shooken up
all in an instant
She wasn't a romantic,
not really,
she was logical and serious
and loved reading
and yet this felt nothing like the friendship
that she'd grown to expect
She wanted to feel the shift,
the pulse of the moment,
feel the brush of exploring another
so tenderly with snouts nustled close
She smiled faintly,
and hoped that there wasn't a faint tint
to her purple fur,
indicating her nervous embarrassment
as finally Rainbow pulled back
with a smile
as perfect as her namesake.