| Michele
Leschi
brown 'silky-stuff' pajama tops |
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| for A. (for loving me...once upon a time) I never wore brown, preferring black, basic and complete... beatnik dreams from a place before my time. blue, yes, compliments resounding in memory, basic and bittersweet... fat girl's hurt, salved with colored praise. green, for the eyes I saw reflected in mirrors, basic and what? fat girl's "best point", a smile for that cliché. white, not often, hah! never got that far, just dreamed someday a dress...? a hope a connection. and then, you and I found that dancing, spinning light and...! your eyes, those smiling, quizzical brown, deep brown really looking at me, looking within me... I looked into them so often into you. sought our hope? we... you always held me close you... wanted me?! and... i... i wanted you and a dream. and we were like children, needing to explore a chance "Brown 'silky-stuff' pajamas" I said, and how you laughed at that and how your laugh was so soft why can't I hear it anymore? I think that laugh perhaps, was more a smile at times... those times, alone... playing at sex and love and learning what we could, bodies holding on to seek... do you remember? all those moments, yes... and all those tears ... later? it's ...DAMN, it's Valentine's Day, why? my stomach aches and... and, today, god...today, you are the past... a dream a memory of...love?
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I remember! that bond, that smile, that ....time I wore brown. you wore the bottoms she, I... wore the top. I wore Your brown! ...and loved it It was the best of us sharing those pajamas. It was the best of me... how I loved them as my own. How I Needed them... to prove You were my own. oh, they were so soft, like those eyes I would search when we held each other after sex and after soft laughter, skin and breath and our dewy bodies ... clinging again, all so soft... but, then, I spun away, alone... dancing into that spiral of darkness, blinded and cold and... and...? I never wore brown, preferring black, basic and complete. different dreams, a kind of lump in my throat, but I exhale. yes, for when.. when I wore brown, the green-eyed, fat girl's tears dissolved... into a mirrored ice-blue dress gown, yes... wedding. disguised as a young/old remembered ice-blue dream. sweet, sad , silly but still so real... hopes and a dream of soft-spun brown silk...
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