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A dress flatters when unzipped.

I’d ask for that much, to draw the tab down, lay bare

the swan of your spine, the glacial, slackening shoulder blades.

This hotel is powdered latex,

leather look-alike, neon, a nod

to sea or sugar. You took me here

for a two-minute melody anyone could manage,

even in psychedelic fripperies or a mask.

Your gown in party print

against the mirrored headboard.

Watch how it refracts.