2017.10.17.
Grey Fox
How many ill-fated nights of lusting afteryour sweet delusions of woman,
like the roses from a crazed orgy
you pulled off their petals in the cabaret.
And after the farce of fake love
and walking away from Armenonville,
it was the bitter cold of your soul
that you warmed up with your grey fox.
By feigning loud, joyful laughter
before the fleeting gold of the champagne,
You suppressed inside your chest
a relentless desire to weep.
And upon thinking, between a kiss and a tango,
of your humble, happy past
you hid the hallowed tears
in the folds of your grey fox.
It is from the anguish of your story
that your garment hangs so heavy.
She kept your sacred tears,
she wrapped up your cold spirit.
And when she arrives on a near-future day
to your pains the long-awaited end,
the whole story of your miserable life
will remain inside the grey fox.