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

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


Written for Poetic Asides, Day 19.


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1 Response to Cornflower

  1. 🙂 A cornflower wedding dress would be divine. I like the intimacy in this – and the reveal of the inside joke.

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