Thursday, January 12, 2012

Porn for Pornographers

Bettie Page is still the rage
With her legs and leather;
She turns to tease the camera, and please us at home,
And we let her.

Who's to know what she'll show of herself,
In what measure?
If what she reveals, or what she conceals,
Is the key to our pleasure?

It's out of our hands, over our heads
Out of our reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils, covered in silk
We're dreaming of what might be

It's out of our hands, over our heads
Out of our reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils
We're dreaming of mystery.

She's a pornographer's dream, he said.
I knew what he meant.
But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
He would have?

8 comments:

Elmers Brother said...

It is what we don't see that's inviting. Through the glass darkly

-FJ said...

Indeed!

sue hanes said...

Nicrap - Don't be a stranger.



hi EB

Thersites said...

Hi, Sue! ;)

Z said...

oh, very interesting comments

-FJ said...

Wht because Sue knows that nicrap reads this blog, you think she was talking to me? Sue is your source? She doesn't know half of my puppets. She merely knows that they are " legion".

And yes I converse regularly with Sue.

Z said...

I'm very happy for the both of you.

-FJ said...

Thanks. She can be quite diverting in a more neutral and less politically charged setting. :)