Poem "Your Dress"
June 16, 2008 6:12pm CST
Your Dress I wanted desperately to take your waist in my Hands, to feel the silk that was ironed there, I needed to know if I would feel the cold of that Fabric, or the warmth that fell off your body. Watching as you walked, Watching while you danced, The silk on your form How it held even the air in suspense Of your touch. You threw away your smile to every Man, whose hand came down light As feathers on your fabric. Their hands and arms twirled you. And that cloth, that was wrapped In only you, Went round The room In half Circles.