Gailey is my homegirl.
Femme Fatale
by Jeannine Hall Gailey
Even our names sound delicious:
Pandora, Delilah, Bathsheba, Lola, Gilda
They speak of us in the language of pastries-
cream puff, tart, cupcake
They drool over us, put their hands in our bodies
Oh honey, Oh sugar
as if plunging into layers of white meringue
We dissolve behind veils and trench coats
our faces soon dimming
the whiskey of their tongues already forgotten
Around us the scent of orchids and tobacco flowers
bruised and senescent
blooms into the night air, thick with gunfire
Let's just say I'm warming up for lectures again ^_^
by Jeannine Hall Gailey
Even our names sound delicious:
Pandora, Delilah, Bathsheba, Lola, Gilda
They speak of us in the language of pastries-
cream puff, tart, cupcake
They drool over us, put their hands in our bodies
Oh honey, Oh sugar
as if plunging into layers of white meringue
We dissolve behind veils and trench coats
our faces soon dimming
the whiskey of their tongues already forgotten
Around us the scent of orchids and tobacco flowers
bruised and senescent
blooms into the night air, thick with gunfire
Let's just say I'm warming up for lectures again ^_^