Uninhabited dress

The Uninhabited dress

There you hang 

and for what

out in the street

you uninhabited dress

who was it that wore you last

or have you never been owned

never been worn

why are you waiting

immobile hanging there

when you should be swinging along 

with the hips of a girl 

making you dance

the breasts filling you out

the waist held in close

the waltz of life started 

performed

so why wait till a customer comes

let me try you on 

and take you a walk

to the town

show you off

grace your shapes

with my body

with my thoughts

with my swing of joyful steps

with the dazzle 

of your presence 

close around me

Uninhibited dress

would you rather she took you

to the town

she has the hips

seductive and bold

she has the allure

the bosoms are full

her eyes are painted

her hair dyed red

her lips have the flare of a colour

that clashes wonderfully 

with your shades

she will take you to places 

I have never been

never seen

never wish to deem fit for me

no, I don't know

The dress made in Italy

who chose her then

imported to Norway

as a new trend

displayed in the street

like a simple soul

she waits to see what will

make her whole

worn

loved 

flaunted

Perhaps it is her 

who sits on her throne

of quiet

the little grey girl on the corner

where the mother is ill

and the father long gone

you can dress her 

with happy abandon 

and verve

if she's got the nerve 

to try you 

on

she will glide like a queen 

through the streets of the town

in her habit 

of simple beauty

and all heads will turn round

its the grey girl

who's bought a new gown

so lovely she is

in that dress

who would have guessed

she was 

so beautiful