Dress

Today, I'm wrapped in a silver knee-length dress,

Shinier than the ashes of stars.

But those shadows, standing on the street,

Don't compare its colour to the shimmers.

They neither imagine the silkiness of its material

Nor the hands, that embedded jewels and weaved threads on it.

But think about how skillfully the clothes can be torn off my body,

And how their nails can dig deeper and deeper on my skin.