PiNk

PiNk

Try to write a poem
without saying you
or I, she said.  

But you inspire me,
I said.  

Aural psychedelia
swimming in pink sins,
filling in the empty space
to reach out from.  

Lovely gift, we share.
You and I.  

I’ve never even considered
that blue poems are for boys. 

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