Hello, My Name Is...
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My name used to be
Shade
Roomfuls of strange hands
Pale naked show.
Secretly, I knew my name was
Blackberry, sweet
With honeyed drips of money tips
Coin in hand,
Tear-stained lips
My real name was
Shame.
In my dream my name was
A halo
A smooth surface
Reflecting netted clouds.
Inside my name spin
Flowers and incense,
Luminescent Medusa,
Tomato-red moon.
My real name is
Velvet,
Smoky soft,
Cashmere soft
Amethyst,
Plush and crushed,
Quiet and
Still.

--Shady

(I am definitely not much of a poet, but I have dabbled in it (emphasis on the dabble!) For some reason, this one just sprung out of my head one day (few years ago) and I always liked it. Why am I posting it now? I have no idea. But it probably represents the inner workings of my odd little brain more than any metered, sonneted, proper 'poem' I ever tried to write...)

...and now, a totally random icon: