The Object of All Pink Lost

by Chelsea Carter

Subtle, bold, or sharp
soft, sweet, or sour
diluted red, more fragile red
Was pink, the strongest of powers

Invokes love, romance and hate
opens the lonely gate
locks the holy fate
Was pink, the curse of constraint

This history unfolds
we’ve all been told
the magic beholds
Was pink, the kiss he desired.

Those dreams weren’t bold
nor hearts left out cold
barefoot, purpose sold
Was pink, the skirt she admired

So beautifully, we’re wired
unmercifully devout
untamed without
Was pink, identity required

Was pink, direction of fire.