Oh, look at your nails! They're done so well. Do you like them? They're a little bit of the beauty Of this world Sparkling through your bedroom drabness For you -- just lying there waiting. Do you like pink? I can see you out on the town All in pink. The sky is hazy; The view is drab -- all tans and grays Of compressors and vents: Your pink nails starkly beautiful Against the dullness -- Your life's light shining still.
©2010, John A. Mills