May 15, 2004

the dress reveals nothing really

the dress reveals nothing really
(cotton, isn’t it?)
but quietly suggests the subtle
and delicate promise of all that
Spring has told me
yet never gets quite right.

clarified now by soft color
against the perfect whiteness of skin
clever Spring! never spoke of you

one hand touches both flower and flesh
as Spring sits silently…waiting.


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