la mediatrice

evil be to him who evil thinks, adieu! adieu!
au contraire, a beautiful gesture from the ingenue.
every phrase that fell from her lips full of bon mot.

i never chased the dragon, so how does it feel?
the world is warm, my blood of indigo. bon voyage!
no word, no bond, row on, live as a god.

like a delicate paper mache, our love floated fragile.
one a force majeure, upon the surface, quite the provocateur.
the other a raconteur, always prepared with a riposte.

the chartreuse and the charlatan lived, so risque.
he writes his billet doux like a bon vivant.
dressed in harlequin as a mattachine.

the mediatrice huntress that gathers the beard, no canard.
a true coup de foudre. it was most certainly not a mariage blanc,
for it was as pure and delicious as a beurre blanc.

a secret world kept by the perfect eminence grise.
the pas de trois was never full of ennui,
but i brought it down like a saboteur. c'est la vie!

neither would miss the secret rendezvous.
i am the mediatrice in their lavender marriage.
this debacle ended like a hard rain on decoupage.

the peacemaker, the mediator, the warm tongued instigator,
just to read the words brings la petite mort.
the avant la lettre, managing all volte-face affairs.

i never chased the dragon, so how does it feel?
tonight we all dined on la mediatrice baguette a la carte.
no word, no bond, row on, live as a god.