Poem: Hidden Blue Dress

How we perceive ourselves from our own point of view

Hidden Blue Dress What I think of myself as being has met and talked     with what you think yourself as being And it makes me laugh to think how     little we know of each other,     in the times when it doesn’t make me blue Let’s start over and not think of us at all Certainly not in the reality of my white shirt     and your blue dress,     but more as we are when we are naked     and recognizable for a single clear moment You laugh at me     trying to peel you down to skin with such a line     and I watch you laugh,     seeing the outside of you in blue,     from the outside of me in white But think a moment of the first-time of nakedness     with someone you wanted to know Remember the tang of seeing right through their eyes,     that instant of recognition before the slow rebuilding     of imagery, hiding blue dress, concealing white shirt

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.