a walking dress

The woman in the 
purpled walking dress
stands in the grove 
of springs greened trees -

You run after her

To find out what 
she truly wants 
Your eyes, usually averted
are stuck to her - - 
You love the dance, 

The feel  
of the ground 

Going

Faster

And 

Faster beneath

 your very feet...
Then, Ho! 
She spits at you!
 --Your face moistened by her spittle, 
You --
Shocked
Clean yourself 
And, greedy, 

Then, 

You look into her eyes
Searching for more.....