Tonight, we mask ourselvesin the glamour of gossip and cocktails
I turn from chat to chat
in a gown of gold lame,
a slender key that locks inmore illusion than others.
The only truth is this --
I am wearing Channel. A perfume
I love for its fragrance
but even more – for the reason
Gabrielle named it, Number five.
At five in the morning, a sudden sweetnessof flowers and rain
awakened her, mystified her –until
she became aware of her lover’s presence, unexpected.
He had arrived early from the coastand stood against the glass doors
looking worn but beautiful
Like his leather bag, his linen shirt was creased,
stamped with a restless night of sleep
on the train, So anxious to reach her
and the intimate silence of their room,
he became unsettled, turning all hours
from side to side, from the southern cross
to the north star.
At least, that’s what she recordedin her diary. The handwriting
on the vellum pages scribbled
and its emotional breath
pressed into the flattened, five-petal bloom
of a rose, a white rose.
Such actions do not lie.
The lovely painting is called, "Masque et Casque D'or by French artist, Marie-France Riviere. More of her evocative and graceful portraits can be viewed on line at www.griviere/expo2000.com or on you tube under the name, Marie-France Riviere.