Wednesday 10 April 2013

 
 
 
 
The Silk Dress
 
 
The flow of fine delicate silk
Gently swaying as the body moves
With ever changing hues of light
Shimmering colours catching the eye
As with each swirl the fabric flows
Like pools of liquid spilling over
Cascading down a water fall
Rippling with each step taken
Creating a desire to touch, to feel
The silk dress is such a sensuous experience
 
 
 
I saw a woman wearing a beautiful silk dress,  as she walked along the fabric caught my eye and I watched it with interest.  the colours, the movement.  This poem tries to express that.

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