Little Black Dress, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Little Black Dress

Little Black Dress

I stood motionless as she walked away
Eagle eyed focused on her black dress sway
If for my amusement I do not care
I will follow that motion anywhere

Above her black dress suspended in air
Were countless long fine threads of golden hair
That kept in tempo with each step she took
Both moving as smooth as a silent brook

Below her black dress were legs finely shaped
From my fixed view there would be no escape
Shape and pace made for fine execution
In my heart creating great commotion

Suddenly there was a halt and a turn
Causing an inner rumbling of concern
Was she attempting to keep me at bay
No, just making sure I’m going her way