Author Paul Eluard Woman I’ve lived with Woman I live with Woman I’ll live with Always the same You need a red cloak Red gloves a red mask And dark stockings The reasons the proofs Of seeing you quite naked Nudity pure O ready finery Breasts O my heart Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments