Stockings

A study

I wear thigh high's under my

sensible skirts. Beneath soft sweaters

is lace and leather.

I am a sweet disaster. Like

the taste of apples

on your tongue while

you breathe in smoke. A

locked door but an open window.  

I am not afraid of lions

or tigers or men. I am frightened

one day the edges will blur

and colors will dull. The world can not

move fast enough for me.

Reviews

[Gee]

Reminds me of a long ago dalliance with a young woman I thought to be prim and proper but who turned out to be a nympho who even offered me up to her mother. I didn't stay to long after that.
Got to say you are so very easy to read, so gifted.

[CourtniRenee]

That would certainly be an experience to remember! Thank you so much for your kind words! I appreciate it!

[barleygirl]

Thank you for reviewing me recently. Sorry I lost track of you . . . not seeing you on my newsfeed, I'm old & forgetful . . . so now I'll get you onto my reading library rotation! I love how this poem is so sketchy & abstract, yet it builds a complete story in my mind. It makes me think about how it feels when we get dressed in something that makes us feel good about ourselves . . . all the things that go thru one's mind as we strut our stuff & notice how our appearance impacts how we experience our surroundings (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[CourtniRenee]

I had a lot going on in the real world, and wasn't here much. I don't know if things got calmer, or if I just threw up my hands and said "forget it!" but I'm glad I finally had some time to put some things up again.
Thank you so much for reviewing. I always enjoy reading your responses, you have really thoughtful things to say!
I wasn't sure about this one, it felt really jumpy and incomplete, but I thought the imagery was fun. I'm really glad you liked it!