Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Coco Chanel

I think I’ll write a love poem
to Coco Chanel
She’s with me in this pandemic
I can taste her on my lipsShe goes on smooth
not rough like the whisker kiss
of that dance partner
She’s fresh and invigorating
Breathing her in, she
asks me to lighten up,
try a new look forward
Whereas, he stepped on my toes
often on my heart,
Coco never disappoints
She’s there through thin lips
and thick, mine, his

©2020 Muriel Thumm


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