This picture is my dear friend Kristin, who totally gets dressing for magic, whimsy, women and men!

When I Dress For Women

I might attempt cat’s eye glasses and caftans,
those boxy dresses whose pattern
could be traced from freezer paper,
best with embroidery, intricate handwork
only females appreciate,
eyelet is another that takes careful consideration,
as well as percale with tiny white dots.
I shape my strand of gray
into a defiant curl,
heraldry of character and certain ease.
Women notice
clogs with a naughty texture
like animal print or saddle swirls,
understand the slight nod to
cowboy bars and hot cowboys.
For gals I wear color,
a little pop on my feet,
sandals in fuschia and turquoise.
I won’t wear a bra,
allow my tummy its natural swale,
cotton panties in pale pink,
women will comment on pretty purses and
scarves, my nail polish.
With women I am safe,
sister, daughter, mother.
Nightgowns in soft fabrics are prized.

When dressing for men,
I choose color as well but near my face,
I am a flower, they with proboscis probe.
I am rouging my lips, highlighting my hips
I am high and tight,
tighter pants elicit wants,
leggings induce longings.
Breasts pushed up, waist nipped,
tummy sucked, hourglass, could be yours
sass and ass.
Heels help lengthen the leg.
For fellows, underwear in siren nylon and lace,
smaller cuts, an occasional thong.
My gray tucked behind an ear.
I aim for special, but special
in a how much is that doggie in the window way,
a see and choose me sway.
Both women and men like skirts.
I like both women and men.
For men I sleep naked,
even if my arms get cold.