a pink dress

The first thing I noticed
Was that I was stuck to the
shaded floor.
I had to peel this dress off the laminate
(no,no, it would be oak here)
It was disgusting.
See
- tarred from the start.
I tried to spread the dress out -
could I at least look deserving?
Once more? A proud flamingo,
a proud shaking penguin
Next to so many brighter birds? of
prey.
The dress was dirty all night, a resin colour just below
my thigh -
There were no embraces, but I might never have
left.
It was not hard, the dress carries itself
places
High places, maybe I'm told, again and again and
again.
Oh, you, dress, a carrier, a dragger,
Making
me a boring hanger-on (so I'm told,
so I can
see)

Why do you take me so literally? Can't you see
I speak only in metaphor?

My little potion - you
formular of the best bits
And even the cute way your pleats
fall
And the bandeau rests on the quiet curves of my
breasts
Fails to enchant tonight.