Lil Black Dresses

They say only a witch can wear a black dress But my guess is like this … who knows the spells I could cast Living a millennium In this one This Dress made for conjuring A cauldron of trouble The kind of dress that Hugs just Right No belted rope to untie sins just plain Silky softeness draped across bare shoulders Walking past the church in it The eyes of altar boys worship the outline of my thighs This dress will cost me, It’s Just the right shade of black Ebony threads with a shimmering measure Dark and sweet as the devils pleasure, I want to be that woman where Professors and priests turn back At the sound of my high heeled clack A woman who walks In the the audacity of Midnight Oh yes, a high heeled woman In a phenomenal black dress the only question Brave or possessed ? This poem is based on the late great Anne Sexton and Kim Addizano What Do Women Want