Ten years ago
in Paris
You were raped
by the tongues 
of peacocks
and told 
it was Paradise

Today
you stand
a little left
                 of the Mirror
fanning yourself
with lies
announcing your own arrival
with nothing left 
to say

Where
is the smile
you stretched across canvas
before 
you learned to paint

You say nothing
with so many feathers
while I 
sip passion
like
an 
elephant
through 
a 
straw