In your dress shrouds

In your dress shrouds

Everything looks transparent and sealed
And only you
Flying
Naked from there, light bodyless
Leaving a ghostly
Frantic cursory glance
On the soundtrack of the bluebird
Nobody has caressed you in frills you've ordered from Chanel
Designed, cut, finished – all custom-made
The curve of your belly & line of your waist the sketch of the fabric stands on end
And I am not calmed