Colored Pink

Colored pink, She waits, Shivery, blithely, Aesthetically, You could say— Low fidelity. Colored pink, The milk She drinks Misses and falls Everywhere. Beautiful, a Mountaintop Piercing the Sky. Even the Angels are Transfixed. Colored pink, She tries the New thing while Rain races the Sunset futilely, Sadly, lovingly. The rain is Called Juliet. Colored pink, She has lace That she traces, She misses the Call of wine, The hammock Of druggy sleep, Eros. Colored pink, Kill her softly, Then kill her Roughly, remorselessly, Color her blue, Then see it pinker, Pinker. Squeeze And show her It’s real. Colored pink, Cigarette Smoke is Something you Learn to like. Just like being Pink, you learn To like it. And Screaming is Second nature. Colored pink, She speaks Breathily after A mint. When She stretches, The oceans Turn flat and All the sounds Dissipate. Colored pink, She waits, Quivery, haphazardly, Dangerously, You could say— Amorously. She feels it, It’s deadly, she Needs it, it’s Her blood.