• Madame Boucher
They thought you were his wife
A poor housekeeper they said
One who was entitled
Your possessions revealing the secrets
And your fancies
So unravelled
Taunting others painted in the
Same way
Reminding those of your coquettish
Nature
As you recline
Not really Madame Boucher
But in fact chosen for a beauty
No longer valued by my beholding
Eyes
Yet captivating my attention
At least momentarily
As I only pass and rest in a house
Of images
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