Slipping over skin…

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She slowly pulled the rouge
nylon across her bare toes,
Momentarily cold against
the warmth of her skin
Embracing the tenderness
of her foot,
Kissing the curve of her calf,
gently hugging the
roundness of her hips.

She slipped her feet through
the cotton skirt, pulled it
up and let it sit loosely across
her stomach. A short, sharp
twirl and she could feel
the fabric tickling across
her thighs. A smile.

She watched as the blue fabric
stretched and embraced
every curve, kissing bare skin
caressing crimson lace, licking
pert buds, warming winters freeze.

She paused at the mirrors edge,
what could her reflection tell her
that her heart could not, she thought
as she glanced again at the way
the rouge nylon kissed her legs.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Purple catalyst of hope…

My purple catalyst of hope
In Pandora’s world without
the box… As I stood on the
verge of distraction yesteryear
a memory beneath melancholy
clouds, you were the fork
my purple delights the faintest
whisper of the girl I was, creeping
among the now catapulting
me into tomorrow. How many
puddles have we dived Into
my dearest? How many showers
have cleansed away my tears?
There through rain and sun
Sand and thunder, high winds
and autumn leaves. Through
train rides and doctors you
never left my side, never even
broke a lace yet now my
heart breaks for the days
without you. How much
of my soul is ingrained
within toe scuffs and etched
paint. And with you
Into the great abyss I send the
secrets of my heart
the shame of my soul
between the cracks of my sole.
My love, my dearest,
never a day will pass without
a moments silence
for my you, my purple delights.

Karen Hayward ©2017