Tamara striding forth, paint brush in her hand <br />Painted you, stylized eyeliner lining your shining dark eyes <br />As the sun beams off your hands’ painted fingers <br />Dark eyes gazing upon the cold metropolis snows <br />Like black diamonds, chilly, wet like frescos <br />Mona Lisa In Deco, colorless, diamond eyed smile denying <br />Mona Lisa does Deco childishly behind her silver mask <br />And deep below her chilly surface lurks the feel of her lean figure, <br />The Hunger denied, spying snowy slopes, <br />I kissed your hand Ayn Rand <br />As Leni took the jeweled belt from your waist, <br />Feeling like a Temptress, fallen eagle, <br />Waving good-bye to Icarus, hand in white glove <br />Tamara striding forth, brush in hand <br />Between blazing blasts of sunlight <br />And the desire for the darkness’ kiss— <br />Sun bleached angel, I adore your tales of time travel, <br />Forgotten kimono on the floor that the Sapphic priestess <br />Stepped over to get to the prostrate body of the Japanese prostitute <br />Slept with and kept going, Tamara striding on <br />With kisses for Frieda, darling starlet, <br />She doesn’t show the drugs show in her eyes— <br />Mona Lisa doing Deco as Courtney, Kate and the others <br />Undress before the dusty grey eyes of Dorian Gray <br />Junkie sugar daddy, watching the mother of Abigail Adams undress, <br />Sylvia and Zelda undress, Kareena, Sophia and Ophelia soaked to the skin, <br />Naked and deep as a frozen waterfall, <br />In a babydoll at three AM in Manhattan, martini in hand <br />Mona Lisa In Deco, eyes like blackened sapphires <br />Striding in unpretentiously to meet Death who comes <br />On Holiday to take her slender cold hand, striding forth<br /><br />Johnny Noir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mona-lisa-in-deco-for-kareena/
