her silence
retorted from
within her pouted
lips her almond
shaped eyes her
Cleopatra like chin
her gazelle like neck
her hour glass shape
he heaving bosom
where do i begin
she would not let
me in..i had forgotten
her birthday my only
forgetful sin ..i had
bought her a belated
gift a diamond studded
breast pin...made in
germany berlin
but she would still
not let me in she
insisted i give her
a nice stylish coat
in sable skin i let
my imagination
run wild how she
could have fallen
for this mystic
bumpkin his
emotions layers
layers of onion
skin..some you
lose some you
ungraciously win
she still would not let me in
