This Pretty Black Dress (Sorting Out Life, One Load at a Time)

Slipping into the past like a burglar,

Quietly and slowly I opened my closet.

Enchanted by what is hanging neatly,

Beautiful, glamorous and colorful outfits.

Some have been worn once or twice,

Some barely even touch, few still carries tag.

There quite hidden in the back is a pretty black dress.

A gift from someone close to my heart.

But I was in limbo then and so it was tossed,

Kept in the closet and eventually forgotten.

Glitz and glam in my head but if I may confess,

I fret this pretty black dress may not fit anymore.

For all its cost I tossed it back in the closet,

An instance of tweaking though I know I am no weakling.

I peeked and it's wicked - this pretty black dress,

Staring and daring and so hypnotizing.

Just like my first quasi-love experience,

I pushed and pulled this deadly black dress off.

Gently and slowly allowing its’ softness to touch me.

Lovely, it fits, it fits, it fits so very well!

After so many years 'am I four gram less?

Now, I am all so ready but where is the party?

No invitation, no special occasion.

Oh no, do not be distressed!

I say save the pretty black dress Asian bird,

Hold tight tonight for a quasi-lovely night.

And while you wait for your man face your fate woman,

Gather your strength and the courage to load.

So no pretty black dress but with my black boots instead,

I faced my ordeal and the truth was revealed.

With my strong conviction for color coding I started loading,

The bin's over flowing in the laundry room where I was standing.

Copyright@CrisSp~TM/08-2012. Read me: "The heart of my soul speaks to the soul of my heart by writing." ~