The Holiday Dress

Naked, she stands before
the fill length glass:
the light scent of Chanel in a
small closet.
Watery winter afternoon
sun diffusing light through the
wood shutters.
Leafing through clothes on
hangers,
like browsing a good book
she chooses her dress from among
others
all scented with perfume, sweat, cigarettes.
Skin tight over taut
muscles
like molten gold
and silver flowing down
ivory arms
and breasts like hillocks.