The expensive silk sheets lay beside
as the girls move together
their long legs intertwined
The beauty of the scene was not for them,
The men who built and killed and never
would love like this even if they meant
They'd never had something to lose
No appearances or family or life
Which they would need to give up
Or to whom was worth sacrifice
The girls pitied the society men
For, though they needn't hide,
They would never feel like this,
Their fancy silk sheets laid futile.
Miss Howard this and this and that
They would talk, but they'd done so before
And Sara ignored them until they went mad
She knew she had to wear this mask
Though hard and uncomfortable task
To protect whom she wanted to protect
The men could see her front creased
Her chin high and scowl on
Her friends would have her at ease
Caring, optimistic and strong
And her lover, her lover would have it all
Her soft and sweet and rosy pieces
Her multitudes, her big and her small
all the love that was hers to give.