Pink

If my certainty is causing you to doubt,
I can take it off for you.
If my purpose separates me
from your thought,
I can take it off for you.
I can take it off for you
and stand beneath the rising
all pink and new,
and melt into the water surrounding you.

And when memories
have covered you in veils
I will take them off for you.
When regrets make your voice a little frail,
I will take them off for you.
I will take them off for you
and gaze upon the children
inside of you.
Allow me to.

© 2008 Carrie Ingrisano & Richard Fammerée/Nomadica Musica & Poetry, ASCAP