There is something to be said, for tinted glasses.
Rose-lipped frames, perhaps: or something less
Demonstrable, more seeing than sought-out,
A filter for the lens-eyed, or the sordid.
A taste of light through pink, the touch of white
Through roses, the taste of salt through water:
The pewter kiss, when draining a metal cup.
Flavour comes as much through want, as lips.
Just as “it’s not just what you do, but the way that you do it”: there’s much to be appreciated in how we enjoy life’s pleasures, as much as the pleasure itself.