Black off the shoulder dress,
Patterned with little pink flowers.
My skin
Tan and sand brushed.
Last time I wore it was in Egypt.
A beautiful night, it was.
Clear and star filled.
I feel everything all at once when I look at.
Barefeet continued
Dancing long after they hurt.
Laughed and smiled so much;
People thought I was drunk.
It has a hole in it I never fixed,
I kept it anyway.
So there it hangs with a variety of other
Colorful memories.
Time to sew it up or let it go.
Let’s sneak out after midnight.
Meet me down the road.
We’ll go running through the field.
Nobody will know.
Bring your father’s bourbon
And a radio too.
We’ll listen to some music.
Maybe dance a song or two.
I’ll bring us a blanket
And wear my yellow dress.
The one I wore last summer.
The one you like best.
We’ll lay down with each other.
Not breathe a single word.
Because we know what our hearts are saying.
Nothing that can be heard.
We’ll count the stars to a million.
We’ll laugh until we cry.
We’ll hold each others hands.
Watch the lightening bugs make fire in the
Sky.
And I can’t wait to see you.
Can’t wait to breathe you in.
Can’t wait to see your laughing eyes
And do it all again.
While I am in over my head
Grasping water
Through my fingers
To no avail,
They are standing at the wardrobe.
They are deciding which dress
I should wear.
Chole Into Diamonds 