Backless Maroon Dress


If you could only see into me
from the inside out


Swaying to the ode that I wish to sing to thee
Wind whispers at my back


Curling around my skin like crafted paper edges
Fingers tickle my spine, seeking the smallest spot


Trailing my tender bows, wrapped loosely with design
Maroon lines with a satin smile that gleams
 

Leaping legs making love to wild flowers, gallop here…
Skip there… slow, nearing the bramble bush


Jumping off the flat gray stone to flee
Into mystical woods of aromatic apples leading to a magical stream


Leaning to dip my fingers wet, raising the water to glide
To elbow, raising to reach the sky… droplets under my arm


Opening myself to your winds, licking dewdrops down my side ~