Pink Pink Praise

With eyes that seem dreamed

A gentle tremor, like a breath,
spreads somewhere
between dreams and memory—
a festival of pink.

Becoming a flower,
with a flushed face,
it approaches, heart thudding,
gesturing in pink
from Yukhnovich’s canvas.

It flows into laughter,
becomes shy embarrassment,
the pink of overlapping colours,
where fantasy and reality meet.

Through your single memory,
through my heart,
all love is felt,
richly spreading its hue.

Shining like childhood,
like well-loved, worn toys,
familiar beauty
drenched entirely in pink.

*these are my own paintings *