Mona Lisa In Deco - For Kareena Poem by Johnny Noir

Tamara striding forth, paint brush in her hand
Painted you, stylized eyeliner lining your shining dark eyes
As the sun beams off your hands’ painted fingers
Dark eyes gazing upon the cold metropolis snows
Like black diamonds, chilly, wet like frescos
Mona Lisa In Deco, colorless, diamond eyed smile denying
Mona Lisa does Deco childishly behind her silver mask
And deep below her chilly surface lurks the feel of her lean figure,
The Hunger denied, spying snowy slopes,
I kissed your hand Ayn Rand
As Leni took the jeweled belt from your waist,
Feeling like a Temptress, fallen eagle,
Waving good-bye to Icarus, hand in white glove
Tamara striding forth, brush in hand
Between blazing blasts of sunlight
And the desire for the darkness’ kiss—
Sun bleached angel, I adore your tales of time travel,
Forgotten kimono on the floor that the Sapphic priestess
Stepped over to get to the prostrate body of the Japanese prostitute
Slept with and kept going, Tamara striding on
With kisses for Frieda, darling starlet,
She doesn’t show the drugs show in her eyes—
Mona Lisa doing Deco as Courtney, Kate and the others
Undress before the dusty grey eyes of Dorian Gray
Junkie sugar daddy, watching the mother of Abigail Adams undress,
Sylvia and Zelda undress, Kareena, Sophia and Ophelia soaked to the skin,
Naked and deep as a frozen waterfall,
In a babydoll at three AM in Manhattan, martini in hand
Mona Lisa In Deco, eyes like blackened sapphires
Striding in unpretentiously to meet Death who comes
On Holiday to take her slender cold hand, striding forth