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[A cuppa with mademoiselle Fana Tesfagiorgis] 

I had just driven my ageless self into the Kaufmanns’ 1936–1939 
Frank Lloyd Wright-constructed Pennsylvania getaway:Falling Water Mansion– 
In a 1959 Harley Earl, Cadillac Eldorado Convertible, and in the company 
Of 30-sumthin’ years young, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater dancer, 
Fana Tesfagiorgis–a catch with a wow-factor! 

Chivalrously having ushered her to a 1925–1927 Marcel Breuer Model No.B3 Wassily chair,
I put my feet up on a 1987 Frank O Gehry Little Beaver Armchair’s footrest opposite of her, 
Whence, separating us – is situated a 1955–1956 Eero Saarinen Tulip table
Laden with a 1900–1903 Jan Eisenloeffel Brass Tea Service
Containing an already steaming brew complemented by a kaleidoscope of macaroons– 
The combination, enticing, per scent!

As mademoiselle Tesfagiorgis takes an initial sip to her soft lips,
I sashay across the space towards a 1972 Jakob Jensen Beogram 4000 record player,
Whose turntable I immediately feed with a 1928 vinyl recording of Maurice Ravel’s Bolero.
The orchestral ballet composition commenced whirling wonderment as,
I re-joined the delectable lass around the table

Deeply absent in the ephemeral moment,
We take in the sight of the intriguing 
Circa 1600 Rothschild Orpheus Cup occupying pride of place atop 
A 1927 Eileen Gray E 1027 Side Table …
Feeling like Salvador Dali, I put my cup down and stretch out a hand 
In invitation towards Miss Fana – somehow awed by the craftsmanship on display!

Reciprocating on impulse, 
I graciously lead the belle, resplendent in a flowing Elsa Schiaparelli number, 
Towards one of the mansion’s walls where I introduce her 
To a poser in the form of Bridget Riley’s 1961 Movement in Squares – 
Prompting us twain to figure out the intrigue afore us,
For what seemed like a lifetime - before weaning our beings off its trance! 

Reciting Langston Hughes sweet nuthin’s,
We deliriously pull a pas de deux to another eye-lolly – 
Something down my alley:
Ansel Adams’ 1941 photograph, Moonrise, Hernandez, New Mexico
Whereupon we get lost in the gaze of a firmament so vivid – 
It feels like we were situated within the image at le moment decisif
The photographer recorded it for posterity

Fana, 
Now overwhelmed– 
Sighed as she rested her head upon my bosom, and as 
I wrapped an arm around her 36-24-36 figure, 
Simultaneously as my bald pate caressed her Afro in a nodding gesture …

More than I need, less than she deserve– 
What money can buy…?
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