Put on your black dress.
I like to see you,
in that dark, tight thing.

Like slipping into a shadow,
when you dress with the lights low.

When all I see are arms,
and thighs and your lovely face.
When I see you walk to me,
your form appears from nowhere-space.

Just as water bends the light,
your body bends the dark of night.
And from the shadows, skin of white,
I touch your flesh, I hold it tight.

I feel the shape held within the shadow.
I kiss your lips and neck and flesh below.
All dressed up, but do we have to go.
Instead why don't you step out of the shadow.

I see the traces of what hides,
behind your black dress.
Don't let a shadow hide what I must caress.