Anonymous
Dark Pink
Karyn Indursky
You're my violet unwrapping
my seed of terminology.
You're my sunflower growing
my soil patted socialization.
You're my daisy sprouting
my fertilized lines of muses.
You're my rose blooming
my buds of American connections.
You're my baby-breath decorating
my bouquet of poetry.
You're my flower animating
my gift with a smile
of dark pink.