Item of Clothing Kept for the Memory
The dress bought on our first anniversary.
Patterns of white, brown, and tan.
The length of the floor.
Fit the hips like second skin.
Too sleek for any sort of garments
And I danced.
The girl stops apologizing
for the woman she is.
For dancing the way she wants to.
For all that is natural.
Free. Fierce. Feminine.
He peels off my tribal dress.
Fingers undone ringlets damp with sweat.
Flings all of the heat and the rhythm
to the crisp-cool sheets