SHE, SAVAGE

SHE, SAVAGE

You said you were a savage
and then you dressed in skins
hewn from men
whom you did not entirely dislike.
You sewed sequins onto them
attached silken ribbons and paste gems
then personated the pirouette
down that hallway made from gold.
And there was such a row of lights:
I wondered if I ever saw you at all.

posted by wpham | 12:19am, 2009 September 05

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