Burlap and Satin
I was Burlap, you were Satin
your smooth against my rough,
you diamond, 'gainst my red hot coal
was never quite enough.
You tulip in the April sun
fair lady of the field
me cactus, thick skinned, dominant
how easily you yield.
You fought till you had little left,
you tore so easily,
Burlap, Satin, no warp or weft
were ever meant to be.
February 11th 2018
For contest 'Burlap and Satin', sponsor Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2018
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