Satin

I am the beautiful woman
Oven’s Vestal Virgin
Refrigerator’s Eve
Dishwasher’s Pandora
Where marble tile
Is mirror to my form,
There I am the she-cook
Counter top cutter
(sleek granite, slick sparklers)
My napkins are  silk
As I, to touch, am satin
No man but must be golden
Marked, as my gold plate,
Teeth sunk into the pate.

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