Doll

For Paul

It was always your smile, Doll

The words are written yet rumble and roll through my belly like thunder

It is not the first time I have blushed when so addressed

The pitch-forked feminist on my shoulder thinks I should be offended, feel diminished

I do not

Instead, I feel something akin to cherished

Una flor del jardín
Bien cultivada, podada de las cosas negativas, de defectos

A well-watered orchid
Fragrant and glistening
Tongue-lavished by the sun

Say it again
Again

Otra vez

© Davita Joie 2016