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.
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.