Pink Silk
Draping that swaddles
my voluptuous form is
pure silk, pink in color,
an odd color for a warrior
like me, and one, that, still,
I do like, for only the most
special occasions of my
long-to-be-lived life, a life
that is more blue, than
pink, or any other color,
though pink, the color,
besides, green, rules me.
I am spirited, and
love is still the
simplest definition
of all that I am and ever
was meant to be. Fierce
and sweet, a duet I’ve
danced after many years
on warfronts among
horrors yet untold.
I prefer to turn the other
cheek, not that my slap is
not powerful, it is more
than that: it is lethal,
but do I want the
consequence of
landing this blow?
No. I choose to create
outcomes as soft as
my favorite silk
nightgown, and I go
still, in doing it, fiercely
into this good night.
@ Katherine Posselt 2015
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