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
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