She wore it like a sundress: loose
  And casual, unashamed of all
There was beneath. It fit, like blue
  Fits water — clinging close, a fall
Of folds and shining white. It dressed
  Her, danced her, light and lonely, held
Her in herself, contained her, less
  Than kisses, more than faces will.
She was no person. Her smile enclosed
  Her, was her; smiles do that, steal
Your body, take your eyes. She knows
  It happened; yes, it came off, sheer
And casual like a sundress, quick
  And lonely for an instant, not
A person, making love to lack.
  She ran away; she knew, she thought,
How smiles are, how waterfalls
  Splinter on rocks, how blue can fill
The eyes — how right she was — that all
  Smiles kiss more than true faces will.

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