While smiling and sleeping on a star,
everything seems so peaceful and perfect,
wowing myself with magically coloured
mindfulness and irresistible fantasy
about the glamorous fiction roles and stages in universe.
Imagining actuality and invention and
suddenly mixing it up, merging with it,
getting (un!)real psychological make-up,
stepping out of my own picture.
Talented in vulnerability and gifted with it,
not punished or threatened by its loneliness and paper-thin tissue,
I am here and now in presence
breathing, experiencing, blessing my soul’s diamond dressing,
second to second another present
of being, living, soul-dancing, heart-kissing.
My dress is a voluminous icon rose of silk,
pearls, sequins and rhinestones,
a tender expression of sense of beauty, a charm offensive,
it sings with soft allure: “Come away with me!”.
“Flow with my velvet, fly with my feathers,
get swept off your feet under my invisible tulle skirt touch.”
My eyes shine in glowing, deep flirty shocked electricity,
my timid skin, white and sea-clear, pure like baby milk,
long splendid, savannah-blonde curls in irritatingly glaring luminosity.
And thousands of blossom pictures of me
become a film, get alive, are brought to life.
Taken away and captured in photos,
the smell of them will never be forgotten,
disappearing and turning up,
accompanied by sense explosion in whole,
one last picture – they made it up.
Perfume as art, as lover, as intimate sign of personality,
taste and style, as statement and body culture, as private living room
smiles like a kiss, tells legendary secrets,
I never really wanted to hide on.
Perfume influences my body’s language, is drunk with bliss,
no one can steal our dream, NO ONE.
From this day forward, yet and always
I’m driving through downtown in the city of photographing,
just to get a dance on a secret roof with most glorious view,
fleeing into time, creating a movie storyline with our own dream reality.
A sweet red apple in inaccessible fairy tale-paradise is my sensuousness,
strawberries with whipped cream in candlelight atmosphere,
total trust and closeness by hardly even knowing each other,
letting each other go, out of nothing else but LOVE.
When saying good-bye, in our last embrace,
while being deeply committed to me, you say:
“You smell so wonderfully of Estelle! If your private body scent
ever comes out as perfume, I’ll buy it!”
Once I thought, that I wanted to be alone,
I was independent, free, unprepared
for what would come and flash and would be gone,
once upon a time – treasure moments which had been shared.
Without thinking, without desiring, looking back,
loving and not being aware of being on screen,
I turned on the TV and WHAM!, saw my most favourite ad ever,
blown away and whispering: ”When did I wake into this dream?”.
Dressed like an ocean flower princess, I suddenly knew,
there was nothing to do, no must, no sorrow,
whereby I’m here in this very pinkly perfumed dream,
fascinating, transformed and new, still humming:
“NO, I don’t care about TOMORROW!”.
The incredibly beautiful way, I’m saying that, while being lost in frame
is charming my flying and screaming to the moon fireworks,
I’m dreaming myself into my consciousness
and my world would never be the same again –
I’m never coming back from glammy headlight monsoon –
continuously feeling: ”Take my yearning and idealizations
with sense of humor and maturity and as a fantasy creating boon,
because the knocking real truth underneath
that wants to become noticeable, is:
“I DO love you dearly, see you soon.” – – – –