Fashion

Fashion

What to wear and when, I question?

I've become encased in the art of 20th Century masters.

Their toil becomes my soil

to grow and drown.

Their sweet sweat becomes 
my fragrance

for success.

If you want,

here’s the guide.

The guide to how and why

your purpose,

Miss?

To be seen wear Chanel, they will see you and only you.

To be able to take over the world wear Yves Saint Laurent, you’ll need those legs.

To be loved wear Dior, he’ll spin you on that ballroom floor.

To be able to explore wear Burberry, then the battle will already be won.

To be lusted after wear Versace, the complex puzzle unlocked.

To be lying in leisure wear Ralph Lauren, you’ll sail into new heights.

To be invited to the feast wear Dolce and Gabbana, you’ll find the real you after all.

To leave the past behind and enter the future wear Alexander McQueen. 21st Century regalia only looking onwards.

Take the steps one by one,

left Manolo - right Louboutin. 

After it all -

I know I’ll let him feast 
or maybe he’ll just take his quick bite.

Layer by layer

He takes them off,

folds the corners of my defence,

the material is all, peeled off my skin

and naked, the aura of it all is still stuck 

he, he, he.

He’s mine while within I'm his

And he knows it.

Every glittering magazine you worship.

September to September.

Vogue to Vogue.

Intimidate but still never able to dominate

An uncharted land really,

for you to liberate. 

Heels still on, I elevate

as my pulse disseminates

While his cock consecrates my cunt.

Holy

Holy

Holy

Aphrodite/Venus - to become a woman

Woe to man

Perfect my shape, sir.

Doth it please your eye?

How about hands?

Isn't every woman’s dream to become a Helen of Troy?

Repeating havoc and resurrecting every eunuch?

Odalisque... 

But I have never been imprisoned by my garbs,

unless you take them 
and force me to consume,

layer upon layer of fabric

cut my skin bias.

Savage beauty.

You only hear me.

You know I'm here to stay.

Monday 2nd September 2013