They Call it A Babydoll | 2010
In the summer of 2010 I wrote a series of short poems which I compiled into a Visual Sketchbook. This is Entry #3
Perhaps because they do not know
the one who wears it; to be
a vigilante
a femme fatale
or black widow
that kills her husband
softly, smoothly, and gently
and is therefore content with herself
the pretty self
ornate in pink laces of silk;
satin seductively intertwining satin
in knots; curves
and folds
the ever-so-girlie pink contrasted
with the dangerously ominous black.