“All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.”
– Mae West
for the record
she keeps her
book
near the bed
neatly listing lovers
she has known
they wonder
does she grade
on the curve?
Bious,
Léa
Tag: Image
La chatte
“Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.” – Mark Twain
“Way down deep, we’re all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them.” – Jim Davis
“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.”- Albert Schweitzer
La chatte
They call her
Feral
Total lack of moralitié
She prowls about
Mon village
Sampling all the treats
On offer
Living by instinct
Reality not judgment
Despite nine lives
She knows how quickly
Today becomes the past
Her time is not to be wasted
Taking her pleasure
As she finds it
Satiated she moves on
In front of the fire
Reminiscent
Her rough tongue
Traces a map of pleasure
Washing, always washing
Body memories – retracing her passion
Spent
She sleeps
Perchance to dream
Bisous,
Léa
cheveux
“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”
– Kahlil Gibran
” I’m not offended by all the dumb-blonde jokes because I know that I’m not dumb. I also know I’m not a blonde.”
– Dolly Parton
“Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket.”
– Marge Piercy
cheveux
first appears as down
changing on her own
to anemic gold
braided, ponytail,
teased, bleached,
coiffed
losing her virginité
to clairol
at thirteen – noir
anything was better
than blonde
in those days anyway
teased, sprayed, curled
which never lasted
permanents: a study in frizz
pulled, yanked,
the rope he drug her by
cut over and over
not always by choice
re-cast as RED (more than once)
post divorce
a middle age frosting
decked out for sons wedding
she appears grey
as it grows out
the greys are few
you must look close
thin, fair, straight
shiny
fringed to the lash
imprisoned
by a clip
for her crimes
bisous,
léa
Mirror Mirror
“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.” – Camille Pissarro
Mirror, Mirror
I embark on a journey
To find out just who is this person
Buried inside my eyelids
The one who lurks in front of the bathroom mirror
As I blow-dry my hair each morning
She mimics my movements
While I brush my teeth and short reddish hair
Thank you Clariol
Or is she mocking me?
We share a wardrobe
It is debatable whom the clothes fit better
I prefer to think the mirror is the one
Telling the tall tales
A mirror should never be believed
If it were kinder
Perhaps I wouldn’t avoid its glare
Bisous,
Léa
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