Un-Dressed
somewhere
the perfect dress is waiting
pale yellow
with soft lines
something easy to touch
fabric that pools
more beautifully
on the floor
or sliding over my head
& through your hands
than any hanger
or body
can portray
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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