VINCENT VAUCHER

I’d never believed I could be so thrilled looking at a women’s hair. This one, long, silky and dark, Reminds me of all the women of my life : my mother, my wife and even the daughter that I might never have.
I brush against the voluptuous mane of hair whose shine has been miraculously spared from the onslaught of time.
This women must have been beautiful. Loved beyond reason. A queen, no doubt.
But for her magnificent hair, nothing remains
No jewelry, no clothes.
How I wish I had been the one chosen
Among all
To adorn her with due refinement
Daring and bold when others might have shunned
The risk and silent agony to displease her
The pursuit of her approval as my only reward
But I am afraid I will never be this man
Yet a lover of all women I remain, consumed with
The desire forever unexplained to adorn
With jewels
Each and every one
From the forgotten goddess
To the beauty of the day.