The Dress

by

Chris Lahren

Catching your visage in that precious time of life,
where the sizzling summertime haphazardly sorts out desires of romantic quest.
Over the painted-green hill I capture freedom within gusty wind pheromones,
the butterfly dances like a marionette while my eyes run into you.
You sparkle like a new-found star,
flowing with ease through the universe, flying through your dress.
The aqua-green lace dazzles the midnight sun
while the collar surrounds the racetrack of your graceful neck--
longing to caress her smooth tides of youth.
And even if I try win those waves of flowing captured time,
I may lose sight of your punctuated grace--
surrounded by the fabric that may hold our lives as one.
The endless reign of showering crimson petals
encapsulating world beauty,
the inner lining one cannot feign to see--
peaceful whispers and strong tomorrow.
I'd love to remain in view of season,
but your power may crush my soul
if your dress comes off without reason.

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