it is 2am and i am wearing my favorite slip dress

the sheer black silk clings to my hips

like a child to her mother

the curves within roaming free.

i lift the hem to allow the lazy july breeze

between my thighs like an old lover

and i am smiling as i cross the street.

tonight i will pass the corner where i blow kisses at the bodega cat

and i will make it to the stretch of brick wall

whose murals change like the weather

and i will stand in the middle of the street to get a better look at the newest additions.

i will not hold my keys Wolverine-style between my fingers tonight.

i will not shrink myself at the sight of another's shadow -  especially the big ones

i will hum harvest moon as i look up at my very own, almost full

and i will smile

not because He tells me to but because i am happy.