The invisible woman wore a red dress.
Unseen. Unremarkable. Dazzling red.
Worn like a secret, a threat to suppress.
A code to decipher. A natural mess.
Was she somebody’s damsel? A princess on fire?
Or fierce like a dragon unfed with desire?
Beautiful creature, you need to confess!
We will see, or unsee you, but not a thing less.
Be you quiet and meek, a forgettable muse?
Or an angel-faced demon, with nothing to lose?
The invisible woman wore a red dress
like a second skin, like a private dance -
like the long lost look of a second chance.
Unseen. Unremarkable. Dazzling red.