Friday, May 30, 2014

My Kind of Pink

Today a little free association: a poem and some photos.

A full-lipped whisper hidden under
a bright sky migration.
Flushed cheeks after tumbling from the high down.

Love's patina seeps through the skin
and transforms the blood of surprise
into a rushed "yes, yes please".

1 comment:

Shawna McComber said...

A beautiful post, Sarah.