the Dress

A dress is a line that fits a shape
Could be Ill-fitting, successful, perhaps a million bucks
Making the difference between a bad day and someone else's bad day
The ability to evoke an uncontrollable feeling
An urgency
And sometimes slipping it on alone
makes us dance to the sound of our own guilty pleasure.
Catering to the fruit of our self consciousness.

A dress is a line that fits a shape
Be it yours or mine
What's mine is your's, and what's yours is ours
Stretch or shrink it
The poor debater often forgets we're spun from the same line
Stitch it up, slip it on and wait until it's time to pass it on to the next set of eyes

A dress is a line that fits a shape
Let's be superficial world
Because face it. The world prefers a dress over trousers
The flesh of Eve bears her offering, and the world quickly meets its demise
Proving Newton's law of gravitation holds some truth
What must go up must come down; what we put on today must come off tomorrow
Closet space junkies, reinventing appearances daily.
A look, a make, a certain taste
Definative dress makes the date

Eve slips on the dress, shows her legs and teases the opposite sex
Luscious......feast on the lines that fit to make the shape
Dress to mess, and dress today like you're preparing for tomorrow
For tomorrow you'll charm the fabric from the dress and move onto the new line that makes the shape that makes the date that gets the highest rate
Eve dressed for appearance sake, and we shall too