Rose/Flush

Pink, pink petticoats like layered strawberry froth. Out of a renaissance painting, gliding, like an angel, like a story book princess I dreamed of being less perfect and more wild. Gold rings, gold finger loops that could have been cages but instead were halos. 

This day I exist in is shaded pink, this art I look at is shaded pink, everything that passes my lips is shaded pink. Coloured in with deep rose this feminine flush, this feminine blush, will balance out each masculine moment until there are nothing but angels. 



Image from 'Masculin, féminin', Jean-Luc Godard