red dress

I wore my new red dress that night.

I had hearts in my tights that were

imprinted on my legs til morning.

It was the fifth time

seeing you.

I fell in love

time two.

I needed you

time five.

You wore the outfit of

our first date.

You wore it often,

it becoming synonymous 

with that snowy chill,

the freezing November air that

held us captive in your headlights.

Tonight you held me captive

in your eyes.

We gingerly skated toward 

the hot tub,

the most you had seen of my curves

thus far.

We stayed in til our 

heads were buzzing

and our noses were red. 

You held my hand as we 

walked back into the warm

glowing house.

I slipped my red dress back on,

My body still damp from the tub.

The dress with the open back,

where you kept your hand all night.

The tights with hearts

pouring down my legs.