Pink

This is;

I am
in danger of being
in danger of falling
in danger of having fallen
in love;

love.

Deny it,
surely:
I am in like and lust
but that is all

untill the pink creeps in
and softens all the edges
- or my fear?

And sunlight fills the shape
of where you stood
and smiled of me
because, I do not know,
because I kissed you then.

I am in love and like and lust

but will survive it
if you go away.

Though not for long,
I fear, and felt the need
-when we had said goodbye-
to take things slow.

But then the pink crept in
and said "it's fine, relax, enjoy".

And that is what I know.