A dress of fire
But the dress, she said, the dress is on fire.
What are you saying, I shouted,
what are you saying?
I’m not wearing a dress at all,
what’s burning is me.
But the dress, she said, the dress is on fire.
What are you saying, I shouted,
what are you saying?
I’m not wearing a dress at all,
what’s burning is me.
Nov 10, 2012 | Categories: poetry | Tags: clothing, dahlia ravikovitch, dress of fire poem, fashion, love, medea poem, passion, perfume, princess, sensual | Leave A Comment »
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