L’envie en rose

 

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. 

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