rich woman ----poem

close your eyes,
darling,
and let me talk1

listen to my red-lipped
fine fine words2

i speak of stringed pearls
and sandwiches on crystal plates
and houses with
a thousand eyes-3

just guessing, here4

touch my lace petticoat with
clean fingers5

don't smile,
but instead count my rings and
lap up my cucumber pita crumbs

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  • SilentMoonDance
    June 23

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    nice...

    I like this, it's stylish and interesting. Rich women are so mysterious--and probably vulnerable, so they hide behind their lavish facades.