let us give praise to Helmut Newton
who gave us pictures in crates
of nude women cruel takes
gun barrels shoved in our faces-
who warned us to live hard
or else get out of this place.
He made us gape at the androgynous style
Coco Chanel, Marlene Dietrich, Kate
street scenes in Parisian nights
of women in tuxedos and capes
and silk top hats
and we drooled at what might be
beneath their pressed pants.
Tight the cage they embraced us with
the key hung around their necks
and taunted us and made us offer our backs.
Oh how the leather corsets shined
in the streetlamps of desire released.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem