Cornflower

…
.
Ooooo. The sky is the color of my
wedding dress, I breathe
into your shoulder. I mean
cornflower, of course,
carefully chosen all those
years ago to be most definitively
………….(definitely)
………………….NOT purple.

Yes, you smile, say periwinkle
for perhaps the one hundredth time,
with a twinkle in your eye
that mirrors, matches
………..all this blue.

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Written for Poetic Asides, Day 19.