Undressing

What you see is a crisp white, a pure, unadulterated white

It walks at an even-tempered pace and complements its surroundings

Pleasant, soft, discreet, a wonderfully proper sight

But when she is on her own, when no one is watching and judgement isn’t clouding

her being

She is beautiful

She melts and doesn’t follow a pattern

An unpredictable mess of brilliant colors,

Her lines break off and she leaks out,

Meshing into the everything

Hues of blue and violet, splotchy and ragged

A tumultuous waltz of feminine grace

sweeping childlike wonder off its feet

She’s all over

She unbuttons her thin dress and lets it fall to the floor

Her shoulders feel the wind and the small of her back the sunshine absorbs

Her colors brush up against the trees, against the sky

Streaks of pink and orange spill out, her outline now joining her dress on the ground

She is free