Your sky blue
summer dress
hung now
to dry
against an open window
almost
invisible
disappearing into
the blue
like a Magritte
painting
birds suddenly
vanishing and then
appearing again
like a Bermuda Triangle
the soft chatter
of its hanger
talking to
the window
as it argues
with every passing breeze
you
nakedly
dreaming.
Simply? Delicious! Such imagery! I feel like warapping your words around me and wearing them out...and wearing them out with repeating them to my self! Your words are the clothes I wish for. love Debbie Debs
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Arguing with every breeze...what a perfect image...and she, lying naked for her dress is blowing in the breeze....wonderful images, perfect summertime picture for a cold winter day...