The
Green Dress
Hangs sexy & taut
Poised, yet ready to launch
When I imagine you inside
Excited to see you there
My fingers liberate across
Your silken waist, fall
To the dimples of your back
Halt in the rough organza
I struggle to evoke
The color of your eyes
Until resolving they are right
Before me in muted green
Exactly as this dress
Peek around. Sales ladies
Ring up and smile and fold
Untouched by my caresses
By the window and mannequin
At Francesca’s in the mall
Tilt over to breathe you in
On the humid heat from where
A woman cut and joined and eight
Girls leaned hot over engines
Just for me to touch you here
Or trace your simple dints of
Neckline, or wander in the
Flower garden of your pleats
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