Pink

Amidst the glory and the revel,
I float bloated.
(Two rickets arms and a swollen stomach.
Fast paced work life and the haut couture of
dangerous words)
Bobbing in a pool of fierce bought pride and petulance.

She is something beautiful, swimming and exposed,
and I tell her, she is ‘sweet’.
Tickled Pink

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