The Secret Life
Her chamoisy capeannounced her artistry
fashioning stares
from men
who ought
to have known better.
Her Mona Lisa smile
spoke in tongues
with insouciant disregard
for men
who were
merely amusing playthings.
Her Eva Hathaway affair
plunged her
flailing into arms
of the one man
who pushed
buttons from oblivion.
Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2012-01-17 at 16:34
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