II

The Second Dress.

Coffee warms my fingertips

clouds fill every thought

the touch of your skin excites my hips

your kisses warm my lips.

To dream by nature I was taught

and my dreams seem to revolve around your grip.

I look to years past

to consult the fragrant judge.

Could he be the one that might last?

I close my eyes

and take a deep breath

then take a step back

I won't go through the the pains I felt.

Never again I tell myself.

I want him so

I just can't quite let go

He makes me believe the world is mine

And when he's with me

he feels divine

his heart floats higher than the eye can see.

His breath draws me near.

Everything feels all too clear

and when his cheek brushes mine

butterflies float up my spine.

I can feel his soul.

It's whispering in my ear

that my heart is his goal

I hear my alarm

And as I feared

The way I took his charm

Wasn't quite as it appeared.

And here I am again.

All strung out my heart's a mess

I'm tearing my dreams of the dress

And throwing them to the sky

if they fly I'll always know

I can't wear another dress.

Never another dress.