wanderingnork:

 pink is a girl color.

             people say that all the time:

             princesses, primroses, pretty girls.

             pink.

             but dean’s best memories are colored pink.

pink is the color of rhonda hurley’s panties,

             pink like a jewelry box,

             like sex,

             the color of a secret,

             satiny and sweet.

pink is the color of bubblegum,

             dusty sticky sweet

             between dean’s teeth

             as he pops pink bubbles

             throwing a baseball with sam.

pink is the color of mary winchester,

             the color of hugs and cookies,

             pink like wallpaper,

             strawberry shortcake,

             lullabies.

pink is the color of valentines,

             or at least one kindergarten valentine,

             brought home to dean

             because sam has no one else

             to be his valentine.

pink is the color of a carnival,

             of cotton candy in sam’s hair,

             of sam’s hand in dean’s

             as the ferris wheel swings higher,

             reassuring dean they’ll come down.

pink is the color of drunkenness,

             when the night’s dizzy with laughter,

             and sam’s had one drink too many,

             his cheeks gone pink,

             and he smiles freely at dean.

pink is the color of morning,

             of a sunrise

             out the impala’s windows

             watched by the sleepy eyes

             of two boys tangled up in the backseat.

pink is dean’s favorite color,

             the color of happiness,

             the color of better times,

             the color of family,

             the color of sam.

for the May @samdeanpoetrychallenge
prompt: pink
partner: @whoaeasytiger