Dresser - A Poem

Dress her up in sheets of linen
Or yards of silk
And moan

Paint her face in blacks and reds
Or purple greens
Condone

Pierce her lobes with shards
Or strands
Of crystal glass
Or bone

Watch the way they twinkle
Stare
Those dancing gem-like
Stones

As through her longish straightish hair
Those beaded tributes glare

That raven brown
And ravenous black
That seems to curl its own
And back
That seems too stark against that white
That white gleams naked in moonlight

Wrapped up in sheets of linen

And all the while dress her up
Dresser, chest or night - stand up
In cleanish new attire, up

All so she can see the girl
Who safely lives inside
Reside in all the eyes
Of all the passive passerby

So dress her up in skirts of plaid
Or jeans or corduroy

Paint her face in neutral tones
Or shimmer golds
Instead

Hang from her ears
Those crystal tears
Cried from an angel's head

All the while just to see
What someone once had said

All the while just to be
What someone once would bed

All the while
Girl will cry
And listen to her head

That raven brown
And ravenous black
That seems to curl its own
And back
That seems too stark against that white
That white gleams naked in moonlight

Twisted up in sheets of linen

And so it seems we deem this dream
Impossible
Or so it seems

Instead of dress let us digress
And quickly fix this with duress

Perhaps less is more
In keeping score

Of all her beauty hidden
Sacred strange and bidden

And so we'll dress her
Dress her down
Dresser, chest or nightstand clown

In birthday suit

Adore

So she can see the girl in me
Who safely lives inside
Reside in these two sets of eyes
Behind the mirror

Mine

So to sum up it quickly seems
I've nothing left to hide
The girl within is now without
No matter what I've tried

No matter what I've painted, pierced or worn
Within a day
It seems to be I'm always me
No matter what's portrayed

So dress me up in sheets of linen
Or yards of silk
Or none

Paint my face in blacks and reds
Or goldish undertones

Pierce her lobes
Or not at all
This lesson's almost done

And watch the way I twinkle
Sparkle
Gem-like and alone

Through longish hair
These hazels stare
At Hazel's mirrored pair

And she can see
As I can be
The girl who lives inside

Despite the changes
Or rearrangements

Of anything
We do to our outside

©2011 ~strawberry-goodness