From shadows she deliver’s silence
there’s an awe of beauty to never decline,
confidence unwritten within airs of a greeting
a coming together for curio eyes….
Hail simplcity for wanting of revenge
toward the victor that’s taken her spoils,
she paints blood on the masterpiece heavily adorning,
elegant walls of his cerebral recoils.
There’s defiance in delicate postures
descending gracefully from her podium of life,
transience when threatening, through low sultry whispers
of declarations never to be whiter than white.
From this darkness appears black lace and arsenic
lining throats of Judaii fools who invite,
laughter and frugality into woven chalices…
..and dark smiles celebrating the rest of her life.
©Nick Hawkins, all poetry rights reserved 3/6/13