im once again dancing in the bravado on the jagged edge of my faded memories; intrusive exhortations;
youre resting your back on the mustard floor, your rose silk dress hugs the contours of your body, the left strap fallen off your shoulder, your right knee raised as the warm of the floor touches your foot, the silk dress now glides down your leg like honey resting in soft folds over your hips, cherry wine standing atop your torso as you barely hold the wine glass with your slender fingers, youre breathing slow i remember your chest elevate and rest like a flowers perpetual blooming, blood red lips and the soft of your face still to this day melts me into the pool of envy, envy of your radiant calm and your fingers trace the waters while your entire body is painted in my head a picture of sophisticated sensuality so subtle so soft so bright, glistening along with the swimming pools in mid july; so unattainable
and i smiled.
i smiled as my ribs bloomed perennials the shade of red and i smelled the chlorinated water a reminiscent of my fathers juvenile cackle ringing a philanthropist's sonnet, i smiled when my tongue bursted into the cacophony of warm peaches and cold titillations of cherries. i smiled as the silk hugged my curves. i smiled when the breeze kissed my bare shoulders and my knees were now warm and my foot was now warm and as my cheeks grew warmer the cold walls that once wrapped me melted and i bathed in honeydew. i smiled when i swayed to the grasp of la vie en rose as i stroked my own cheeks. i smiled while i lived in gold. and i smiled bc of the love i felt for myself.
i smile at the memory of my back on the mustard floor, my rose silk dress hugging the contours of my body, the left strap fallen off my shoulder, cherry wine standing atop my torso while I barely hold the wine glass with my slender fingers; and i romanticise myself.
