Homespun hodgepodge honeypot

 

 

He liked me in white; He liked me in pink.

When I was the person he liked

I turned my nose up at pastels

I bought only white.

When I liked the person he liked

I piously praised more colour

I bought only pink.

Now he’s off to Godaloneknowswhere

And his eyes are closed

But my drawer’s still half and half

Neatly folded bundles of pink and white at ease

Like spookasem spun on a stick.

Pink frilly nothings and staid white everythings

Readying themselves invitingly to be worn today

Surreptitiously stifling the black of me beneath.

(spookasem: Afrikaans for cotton candy; literally ghost breath)