Pink Search – the search engine colored by cotton
candy, piglets and flamingos proudly presents a work by the eminent
poet Julia Shire.
On The Color Pink
We both showed up to the party wearing pink.
Dresses as lovely as piglet skin.
And at midnight, you said, with a clink of glasses –
fizzy champagne – that it didn’t matter what others
You were glad we had arrived into each other’s lives,
as if from the inky depths of a dark and wide ocean.
(Which I imagined made us jellyfish.)
So I took your arm in mine,
a manifestation of the link forged between us,
and we walked out onto the city roof,
with a mink stoll around bare shoulders.
There we looked out over the city,
watching the moon sink into the cityscape,
a jagged horizon of iron and steel,
brushed-silk coral pressed against fuchsia tulle.
I felt then as if we were comrades,
and impossibly brave,
perched on the brink of a life that was about to begin.
Any moment now, any moment now.