The sunset sweeps succulent pinks across
the surface of my skin.
It blends in with my pale complexion and gives my cheeks
that soft rose color everyone keeps
telling me I should have.
It mingles with my hair that hasn’t been dyed in months to give it a warm red hue
which in turn makes my forest green eyes
“POP.”
At least, according to you.
And when the light fades away and the sun
retreats to the other side of the world,
there is a rush of sudden darkness.
It envelopes me and cradles me in midnight blue arms
dappled with its white freckles,
and then it doesn’t matter how I am
caught in the sunlight because I am
with Her.
Her bleached face, dimpled and scarred with greyish hues.
She is pale and yet no one mentions her need for rosy cheeks.
She is imperfect and yet no one brings it up in conversation.
And for the night I am comfortably trapped in the darkness
She brings,
bathed only in her soft glow,
looking exactly as I am meant to be.
About the Creator
Samantha A.R.Weaver
Hello one and all, please call me Sam! I experiment with any and all genres and styles with enthusiasm and excitement each time. Please see my poetry website as well, www.paletteknifepoetry.com if you are interested in my work!
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