David Matthews
Sep 25, 20161 min
Write me a poem in a yellow dress
Barefoot and freckled
Hurl a rainbow into the blue
For a bandanna dog to chase down
The green in spring grass rich as memory with me still
Echoes of Desolation Row
And a wealth of book dreams
Paint me a painting in a yellow dress
The wind in your hair
Dark as waves that crash on the beach at midnight
A tremble of light far off
As the shoreline recedes in the distance
Through a mix of blues and greens
When the fingers of the harpist brush across the strings
Make me a thing made in a yellow dress
A thing of spirit in the form of breath
The taste of a word on your tongue
The feel that is blue on your eye
The touch of air on your skin
When the light softens at dusk
This poem previously appeared in Quill & Parchment.