Look At Me.
I am known as Pansy-Viola
whose dimpled intrigue
hides variegated beguile.
I wear a mauve overcoat
of plushest velvet, woven
to cope with northern weather.
I have a face of mixed yellows
merged with broad streaks
of purple-striped forehead
Cobalt drifts over my edges
with spots of underneath hue
and rings of frilly-kissed tresses
nestle in studded mosaic beauty
as silvery-pale blushes invade
indigo to vein my petal-tattoo.
I hide my therapy until
it spills into the mind of one
intending to see.
View my dappled integrity.
Oh look at me, do.