YOU LOOK LIKE A WOMAN CAUGHT

“To all the girls that think you’re fat because you’re not a size zero, you’re the beautiful one, its society who’s ugly.”
― Marilyn Monroe

You Look Like a Woman Caught

She looks like a woman caught
unaware by a camera
as she walks through life
as her own private muse;
an esoteric beauty glowing
through her reclusive truth.
This woman wants to feel beautiful
by the simple act of allowing
herself to be loved.
She is someone in the
transition from blur
to focus.

Her high black heels
tied around her neck,
a shortened skirt,
a gutted suitcase, the
unabashed pleasure of
chocolate and smokes.
Her red lipstick,
Chanel No. 5 perfume,
dancing every Thursday
as tea candles burn
the pink of her flesh,
a kilo of coded barbed wire,
ignominy mirrored in
this woman’s mind.
Beauty and depth, she insinuates,
occupies the dark years,
and now the sky is less dark
with smoke and mirrors,
and eluded captures.

She puts on a kind of show,
jumping from a staged warplane,
free falling and hearing
slightly in the distance,
the discipline of a knotted cane,
"someone was beaten,”
says the rising echoes of the wind.
This voice ricocheted from
the clamoring of beauty’s chains--
The silent sound of women’s
hearts remembering
as they are
beating, beating, beating.
TJKG

http://dversepoets.com/2013/02/19/open-link-night-week-84/