pink.

pink, he is clothed in petals

sweet-smelling cherry blossoms

lingering in the space where the sun touches the earth

at the horizon.

he lives in the sunset

his bare feet softly touching the ground

the bare ground

raw and fresh

wet soil and wet leaves and

wet petals sprinkled.

pink, she loves herself.

she wears long flowing dresses and braids her hair with

flowers.

she works hard

too hard, maybe

maybe she just wants to be seen.

pink, she is

loud and quiet and everything at once,

pink,

she is the world.