Under My Flowy, Red Dress

By Angelle Baligod

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I want him to see what lies under my flowy, red dress,

As it moves with the dancing cold wind.

I want him to see the skin my flowy, red dress embraces,

The same skin that’s been touched by many,

But only yearns for his company.

I want him to see what lies under my flowy, red dress,

As its warm hue resembles the warmth of my love for his eyes,

The same eyes I want to see my reflection in,

A reflection of a person I never knew until I met him.

A reflection that smiles, that giggles.

A reflection I never saw in mirrors,

in waters,

or in another’s eyes.

I want him to see what lies under my flowy, red dress,

As its silky cloth protects me from the frosty breeze,

The way it protects my scars from the deceiving stares of unease.

I want him to see what lies under my flowy, red dress,

The scars it protects,

The past lovers it covers,

The features, not flaws, it filters.

because love, unlike how others see it,

is more than the tingles of his touch

love, unlike how others see it,

is more than the kilig, rush, and blush

love, how i see it,

is the way he appreciates my flowy red dress,

and the secrets it suppresses.