A two toned iridescent dress by Guess, tight against his skin, then peeled away, slowly away, away from everything before it, revealing a self I recognize only by his touch. We go all the way with no second guessing.
One evening I am the object of a man’s desire in a red dress. The next, I am property of a man’s expectations in a white one.
I am bound to duty amidst a secret longing.
She closes her eyes to gather her thoughts, the excitement she feels for the potential success in her future, the fear she feels for possible pitfalls in her future, the awkward position of the present, her image, her sacrifice, the joy of a heart’s content, and the conflict she has created.
S
he breathes a sigh. She closes her eyes. She closes her eyes. And she sees red.