Suppressed Seeks

Quick
Hold me close and put me aside
my fears, my spirit all confined.

The yellows and pinks
The fluffed up wings
Tracing tracks upon my sore shelled skin
Picking and plucking all remnant strings.

Quick
Affix my hair and mask my fringe
Paste the plaits and trim me proper
My choices you say? Oh, don’t bother.

Quick
Hold me close and hold me tight
Clean me up to a gratifying sight.

Hold me, hush me polish my light.