Wish...

To have lived in the old Montmartre,

to have breathed the Belle Époque

to have been the muse of artists,

to have gone to bed with all of them

in the dazzling hours before dawn,

to have been painted nude and free

to have been desired and pursued

in the old cafés full of decadence,

to have sipped the rich wine of lust

sitting at the window in some garret,

surrounded by canvasses and oils,

my whole body open to fulfilment

while Paris went on working and living…

October 25th,2021.