Sea Fleur, Vagabond Mauve
Fiery Veil, Pink Cashmere, backlit Sea Fleur,
Ginger Spice scribed edge of Monashee
like the bright day you wore a sundress, no slip.
First tint of dusk meeting curve of hips, apex
of arid hills, the particular tone of the day
defying replication,
that kind of reckoning. You imagine
the hint on a young girls lips, pout held
between teeth, eyes downcast, you know
what she’s thinking. Vagabond Mauve
like you see just after the sun drops
and echos against late clouds. Horizontal haze
demarking day from night, before from after.
How the first touch feels, understated vigor,
his breath lifting your hair, your heart shifting,
you watching the sky, wide and expanding
Pink Fever.
Published in The Antigonish Review, Issue #177, Spring 2014
