Last night, I
stared at your lips in a photo for a solid moment.
I studied the lighter hue of pink that
blankets them
like cotton candy.
Like when the sun goes passed San Francisco and
behind it on an ideal sunset evening,
when the sky goes through the full spectrum of
rainbow and lands on you.
When tulips are in season and I
much prefer the yellow ones
and gladly choose the pink
that is your lips.
~Tina Meeks
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