Tonight's Poet Corner: Are You Silver?

Are You Silver?
by Belinda Roddie

you look silver to me. silver-
tongued, silver-browed, silver-
headed and silver-doused. silver-
drunken, smoking silver ringlets
in your husband's copper hair.

i am golden. look at me! i am
stereotypically golden. I drink
mead laced with elixir. i type
letters out in flaxen. i use
ink that's made of gold dust. i am
the boy who cried gold tears when told
i'd be melted down for amulets. but i

escaped, and everything and every-
one looks like precious metal to me
now. and you, my dear, are silver,
and could make a pretty ring on my
sculpted index finger.