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 © | Year Posted 2010

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