Lolita

She whispers crazy things to me 

in a silence woven from moments 

of sensations ...

Bouquet of appareances 

that's just a flight in time 

so little tamed ...

Message sent from lalaland ,

I love the taste 

of her amethyst-scented skin.

Fickle clouds in a fashion show 

where she plays make-believe...

She doesn't lie,even in other arms.

The door was open,she entered ,

But perhaps had she the key ?

Princess in porcelain dolls palace ,

fragile ballerina in satin shoes ...

 Soap bubble kingdom .

Is she this gentle demon female ?

Lilith sucking aniseed candy

that god didn't take out of the box

all the better to succumb  

to the tangy taste of forbidden fruit ?

Her vinyl smile hums a 70 tune .

She took the stairway to heaven .

Leaving souls in hell  and pain ...

All I have left is a yellowed image .

I longed her,surrounded 

by strange glances 

that only stole  a passing dream,

confused with Barbie ...

 She was hitchhiking on the road 66.

A beautiful angel stopped ,

taking her  on board .

Next outing hotel California...

    Lala ...My joyful Lolita .