modest as

her green dress tripped 
from her shoulders
and fell, left 
nothing
else 
on
my mind, 

as well.

oh,
clumsy me!
she smiling
lied, gracefully
in twirl to my
arms, inside -
to hide, I supposed. 
She felt quite exposed.
She seemed shy as
skin,
and showy
as clothes to step
out in.

Or
step out of -
since she stepped
out of hers. I had
to admit! Her
green dress

fit,

intolerably
well. Apart from 
a slip in the shoulders, 
or two. You could hardly 
tell.