the dress that had no eyes

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Open Poetry #48

the dress that had no eyes

Tomer
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since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2012-10-02 09:52 PM

She seemed to write her words
onto the sleeves of her under shirt
with her blue flats
that tore through her heart
the way his hands seemed to
hang onto her shoulders waist

She had a dress that rose to the skins eyes
because for a second of march
the rest of her hair
use to ride down the calendar of trees
surrounding her home.

She use to think of a way
to say the hills of laurel canyon
reminded her of the dream
that rained on a small girl
with her small ankles
like the shades of grey
that patterned the sidewalks
after the suns light

The white dress
that eased into her pale, favored skin
the way her dimples
seem to touch the sidewalks back
that brisk, memorable night

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