I’d ask you if you’d like a drink;
Would you stay?
I put on my dress
And in the mirror I saw
A phantom blue-green shadow
Along the ridges of rib on my chest; Seems
It was ages ago
You were looking at that bruise emerging
On me.
You broke the conversation with a kiss.

The air is warm, unseasonably;
I’m outside, barefoot in the production
Of a what feels like a summer evening-
The dress was a cover I didn’t mean to wear
Seriously,
There is nothing underneath at all-
My legs are deep in an imaginary scene
Of sea spray and sand that’s clinging-
Still laughing, raising the skirt
So you might think you’ve seen it all;
All is what you might be missing
If I imagined such a thing to be possible.
Assumptions are always wrong.

But it’s blue, and spills over me,
Falling on every curve I show-
I break the surface through the slit
And every part is free-
I’ve emerged a woman from the foam,
Knowing where I’ve been, knowing how to go-
Your rimmed eyes are on me one last time,
And that will be all you’ll know.

I’m only naked when in love
Or else it’s just the nude-
And I’m not in love with you.
I’ve taken off the dress, and fallen asleep
with memories; a fever pitch dream.

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