Polanski

Flash powder, let us

pretend

to make acquaintances, we

shall be friends

a candy jar, a white

stiletto

a crystal dish

on the night stand, a pack

of cigarettes and you

are smoking on the balcony, would you

like a glass of wine? In France

it is customary for young ladies

to have a little wine, now and then, we

live in Los Angeles

City of Angels -

you have never

seen the sights?

the whole world

is a stage

full of eyes but

the city is

bright, set lights, roll

the camera but

our room is dark, no one

will see in, with the curtains

drawn, you must

never tell anyone, the gentlemen

from the press club might come, see? You

must not cry, someone might

hear you

do you like

what i do

to you? Of course

you do, everything is

permissible

in the name

of art and

no man alive