Silk tames
me
so trapped
beneath cream and coffee coloured material
smuthering me
from view of reality.
Mother of pearl
and conch shell pinks
aid to blind.
Meters High
above the ground.
To feel high,
soaring.
But I can't see
your face.
Tiffany diamonds gleam,
Blinding.
I can't see.
Where are you?
No.
No beauty.
Just to be pretty.
To be blind.
Goodbye my love,
goodbye.


