Muted Pink

This is the first time I tried writing a villanelle.

Smoke the muted pink

An adolescent experiences his first wet dream

Where the Swan Maidens sink

Written with the blackest ink

She bathes in the lake lit by moonbeam

Smoke the muted pink

Extravaganza mixed into the iced drink

A bachelor indulges himself to an ever grown self-esteem

Where the Swan Maidens sink

Waiting for a longing on the brink

She glides her fingers across her dress seam

Smoke the muted pink

Prickly stubble with limited time to think

A father guides his child through life’s regime

Where the Swan Maidens sink

Wailing, at long last, in sync

She guides the elderly across the stream

Smoke the muted pink

Where the Swan Maidens sink

Author's Note

Feedback is welcomed :)