monte carlo 
18 
the three young lordships in bloom sway on their vanilla stem 
the feather floats in the mirror with the navel of light 
laugh with your arms 
three flowers present a nubile diamond to the celestial glove 
laugh laugh laugh like diamonds 
the flowers wear gloves of light 
the navel goes walking in slippers of sulphur 
fashionable douceur 
downy curls 
petrified shudder 
vegetation of exhumed breath 
geometric fire 
laugh laugh laugh like the vanilla 
the three flowers present their gloves to the navels 
the three young lordships in bloom are unfaithful to their pearl 
the three pearls are caught in the cogwork of the roses 
grasse 1941 from “siège de Vair”