Walking the promenade I skirt
An all pink and blue Med
Blowing shallow curls on the beach.
She is serene in fading light
Somewhat detached from my world.
White boats at anchor
Barely move with her ripples.
But then she slaps a short wave
On shore and chuckles,
Swishes a little laughter
In a dimple of sand
Because I feel like an Amazon
Since it seems I tower
And my stride is so sure.
I feel tall and beautiful
In my strappy heels and green dress.
I wanted him to see me
And wonder where I was going
In that party mood…
But I don’t think he did.
unbuttoned or undone 
Chuckles and dimples – I love how she is personified.
And am now dying to see the strappy heels and the green of the dress….
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Thank you Katalina.
Ah the green… Somewhere between a light olive and celadon with a sweep in the skirt.
🙂
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Well with a sweep in the skirt you can’t go wrong.
Had to look up celadon, and was thinking about how multilingualism effects vocabularies…
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He did… he’s just coy 😉
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Hmmm. Kind of you to leave me some room for dreaming. 🙂
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Beautiful
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Merci mr. Modigliani.
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ps I agree with Katalina4. Let’s see the dress
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I believe your imagination can do more for the dress than a picture ever could…
I can see you frowning…
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Celadon!
Tu rigoles maintenant!
Et tu es sure qu’il t’a pas vu dans son coeur?
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Ton poeme est merveilleux.
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Oui, je ris!
Et ta question a fait voler une centaine de papillons dans mon coeur.
Un grand merci et un calin elephantesque.
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