The Lavender Lover in Her Throat
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My Karen had a voice of purple parts,
Or violet, when singing in her sly
Range alto. Velvet changed to gorgeous darts
When Karen sang of love. When sex made thigh
Appearances in vocal lines, the hue
Became an amethyst of facets bright
With every orchid shade. An almost blue
One turned the vocals into jazz-bar night.
It was as if her voice wore black sheath dress
Shapes — hugging singing like a corset. Then
Performance made a silly, silly mess
