Friday, 12 January 2018

Gustav has no secrets

Botero, Melancholia, 1989
You can trust Gustav, his friends would say,
he has no secrets, no nothing to hide.
They all know his love of satin,
delicate silks, sheer chiffon, the finest lace.
He has been known to turn up to parties

in fetching frills and pearls,
off the shoulder silk, to complement his décolletage.
He is exacting in his appearance,
choosing earrings, a gold necklace and matching
bracelet. His finger nails painted and elegant,
though he refuses to wear high heels.
He tried it only once and stumbled, rather
ungracefully, down a flight of Berkeley stairs.

When the bottle of vintage Dom PĂ©rignon
disappeared at the end of the evening,
no one suspected Gustav.
And when the crystal candleholders
were gone from the mantlepiece,
no one thought of Gustav.
The diamond necklace,
the collector's first edition,
even the antique hand mirror;
why, no one guessed Gustav.

Because, you see, Gustav has no secrets.


© the dishonest woman