Ode To My Summer Dress white dressflowing gently around my calveslacey love hem &pretty eyelet cleavage cover you make me feel likeI’m a Whitman poemdrifting in & out of grass & selfearthing my naked toesin the lumpy lush landoh, white dressoffering my shouldersto the sun’s tender kissesyou call shivers of delightto scurry up my spine this day… Continue reading Poem 63 – Ode To My Summer Dress