Foremothers

The greatest art
so it is whispered
appears on the cheeks
of the woman who
just came

There
in that glow
blushes the heritage
of all foremothers
who fought for the right to ecstasy
since the Big Bang
or the snake?

Here
their flair celebrates
on smoldering skin
raw and harmonious
like Huppert in Paris
letting her cigarette
burn so boldly
beside a faint Seine

Long, long ago