Artist + Writer
Pink Lemonade/A Summer
I wonder if our dreams would give us away.
It is charitable, to give love and watch it
evaporate with the gentle ease of lemonade
on a summer’s day, the sunlight harsh, painting us both as oranges
You licked your lips dry and cracking around the edges
The lemonade was pink, deceivingly so, like lip balm melting on the tablecloth
faux berry the weak fragrance of a childlike kiss
as playful as your choice of words, in the shade, spitting seeds on the lawn
My nails chipped lemon yellow and blue alternate
- Elska 2021
