Silk Sherlock

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It was something like silk
In the same shade of green 
As the rings ’round my eyes
Whose flecks match the flowers in yours

And I wondered whether
It’d wow other women
(Which it did)
But-it-seems-to-have-wowed-you-too

Now laced within these lines
An invitation to investigate
If it is indeed
Silk
Sherlock

The Light Tender

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In the deep, dark depths of the back of the closet,
Was the blue dress long abandoned.

Encouraged to remember its flounce and its flow,
I grabbed hold of a lamp
And decided to go
Find it again
Or get lost trying.

So what that I did get lost?
I found it hanging there -still nice.
And it fit and I wore it all day today,
Reaching down at my feet occasionally
To pick up the pieces that kept falling
From the hemline. Not a bad thing.

Holding them in my hands,
I recognize the pieces
As opportunities
To proclaim how I love:

The secret delivery of art as I peek from behind the curtain;
The tears that you leak, that I’ll never stop reaching to catch;
The laughter contagious, or the snapshot of it;
You, in red, refusing to wear the green I chose for you; and,
Me, as I keep collecting pieces of blue.