"They are fools who kiss and tell"-
Wisely has the poet sung.
Man may hold all sorts of posts
If he'll only hold his tongue.
Rudyard Kipling- Pink Dominoes
We went to a grand masquerade,
My love and I, this night;
I wore a sweet pink gown and mask,
Oh, we were quite a sight.
I was twirled and swirled and then dipped,
In my ear he whispered;
At the stroke of midnight we meet,
Sweet kissing- I pictured.
Our meeting place, the rose arbor,
I spoke with the handsome;
Many a slow dance with masked men,
Love vanished- a phantom.
Midnight and out to the garden,
Oh, so dark with shadow;
I saw him under the arbor,
And there was no hello.
I kissed his lips with deep desire,
And he enclosed me tight;
But, I sensed something different--
Why was the moon not bright?
I pulled away with a loud gasp,
This man was not my love;
I bumped into my love walking,
I flew like a pink dove.
Inside, I collected myself,
Two men- and one did wink;
Oh my dear, have you met my twin--
I blushed a deep pink, pink.
July 27, 2016
For the contest, Pink Domino
sponsor, Sara Kendrick
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