Scarlet silk robe
falls from her shoulders
draping planks of aged oak
“Mademoiselle, if you please,"
he gestures ~
natural light filters
from above
her vulnerability exposed,
like a broken winged dove
she comes to rest into
a velvety settee.
In silence
she poses
as persistent
torment weighs
upon her bowed head
unable to quell,
wrapped in fragility
she contemplates life
how it has defined her.
Endless love
forever faded
reflection reveals
internalized
dejection ~
her heart now sealed
no tears left to cry
nor tears left to hide.
Hues of cobalt
shape sensual
Tahitian curves
pieced together
with masterful fluidity ~
painting with paper
fragments sculpted
becoming whole
a figure emerges
needing to heal her soul.
Percipient eyes
see what alludes her
fiery spirit
stoic and bold ~
a heart more pure
than new-fallen snow
will once again open
releasing her woe.
Portrait of blues
nearly complete
he offers a smile
his warmth
brightens her expression
uplifting the mood
her essence ~ his muse.
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