(Not my hands. And I use Sally Hansen’s Black Heart polish).
O dear polish, black as night
You make my heart to take to flight
You shine in light like polished stone
And comfort in the dark unknown
When I paint my fingers pink
I stop and look and then I think
Of what I would do without my paint
The very thought near makes me faint
Normalcy would be my guide
My spikes and leather I may hide
No kinship with my j-rock boys
I’d be bereft of all my joys
When I take it off for church
I shock myself as I then search
Forgetting that my hands must be
Clear for that Gospel which is dear to me
But when I return and late that night
I polish my nails and make things right
I once again do feel complete
As I gaze upon my polish sweet.
Sorry, I had way too much fun here. I took my black polish off before my shower and shocked myself when I later caught sight of my bare fingernails. So I figured I’d have a laugh and type this down. And don’t go thinking this was pre-planned, because for the most part it was whim and guesswork and I finished up with googling for rhyming words. I’m never going into poetry because I stink at it.