8 July 2012
A beach of sandy curls Falls in yellow ringlets Down the small of her back Meeting the blue dress at the shore.
The dress washes up her back And hangs off her body like a waterfall; Every stich a droplet Every glitter a somber sunlights reflection.
It falls down her body, Into a mass of misty madness Blue, pooling into white White, draped against the cold stone floor.
She wears a smug old look In that waterfall of a dress As she meets the girl With the peacock on her waist.
The Blue Dress • Opuss № I