Tiny Gold Dress

Tiny Gold Dress

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Days so fleet you have to’ve
seen unruly ones
I do all the time
Someone I soon trust
puts your hand in mine
Just what I’m looking for
Start with the body
and search me
Won’t find me sleeping

I dig my six feet
and you stand there in
your tiny gold dress
Can’t believe my eyes
Your smile knows
Your ever so slight lisp
Ahead of me in the
opposite direction
Big man alerts me

I shed little bits
of chivalry
I caress like one bereaved
Forethought and hindsight
in the flesh
Peanut shells under bed
Lamp nearby of
fire and roses
Ribbons of smoke sketch
momentarily an orchid

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