Her Way
smoked thin cigars
with coffee.
men were of no significance,however
her early sculpting career
made her appreciate the erotic
placement of
a
woman's
body.
you found her anywhere the wind blew
and jazz music played.
she was a runaway at 12
and a model at 16.....
Mother France loved her.
known for her slap fights on Paris runways
Fuchianita would never be upstaged .
it's human nature to desire
what you cannot have,
you could never have
or ever
posses Fuchianita.
if you held ice in your hand
then you knew her love
if you remember summer you knew her passion
but...........
you could only remember her,during
a
storm.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2010
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