White

White silk drapes my milky flesh

Coiling smoothly round corseted breast.

Washing me whiter, yes, whiter than snow

by sacrifice of your progeny’s flow.

Eve’s scarlet curse is silently told

hidden in depths of my virginal folds.

The privilege of purity? Protection and pride.

The price? Dying to self - and I willingly died.

Identity absorbed to sanctify soul.

Whiteness unblemished. Holiness whole.

Completely adorned now, my eyes rise up, fraught,

as hands of authority pull the silk taut.

My tippy toes strain to find solid ground

My fingernails claw at the white all around

The silk slips through my fingers – fading away

Smoke in mirrors, an illusion, white light of the day

Surrounded by shattered paradigms of glass

New crystal prisms through which white can pass

Revealing cacophony of color – music to be seen.

Perfect imperfection. An explosion of me.