Halcyon Days

Pink is the taste of cotton candy and grapefruit,
Lingering in the back of your throat
As a reminder of bittersweet silence.
Pink is the sound of rustling bedsheets,
Silken and soaked in the warm summer breeze.
Pink are the carefree halcyon days
In seclusion and sun,
Where water meets land and perfection.
The smell of roses and light perfume carried on the gentle sea breeze,
And the feeling of relaxation it brings
Are pink.
Pink is the flutter of curtains in the breeze
On a lazy Sunday morning.





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xLpoet said...
Feb. 10, 2010 at 7:52 pm
A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. The imagery excites me and brings me into another world. Deeply into this.
 
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