The only thing

wrong

with that dress

is

that it’s not

crumpled into a

pile

next to 

my bed.

Every woman

glows up

beautifully

under the 

keen eye

of an 

eager admirer.

And in

that

lies the rub,

for not

every admirer

is upstanding

and not 

every

glorious woman’s heart

has been sufficiently

fed in her lifetime.

So enjoy

the dance,

bearing in mind

that

hearts are

indeed

made of

glass

and 

shards

do explode 

reaching even the most

fleetfooted

pursuer.

~Lu