On Femininity–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley

Yours
an opinion
made a pickle of
fickle women dressing for the ball
furs and jaded
the twinkling of faux gems
Auburns and sables
much sought after tresses
coveted
twisting bodies, ensnared
clothed
encircled
by wafting
her sensuous perfumes
to be hidden in
going to the play
Dramas
drawn out
melancholies, sweet agonies, what shames
are hidden in blind eyes
in yours
irrevocable decisions
once, and only remaining to be
opinions

–elisabeth connelley