The Face of a Young Woman in Pink
It’s painted on the portrait with velvet-like finish:
The face of a young woman in pink.
Behind her half-shut lids coronated with the longest lashes:
Her deep-seated eyes of the brightest blue
Though dear and touching her simple stare compels
When a flock of lust so thick darkens the irises.
The silent charm that had reigned now flutters
Sound of wings, like thunder that drums the heart.
The dead air rippled by its unembraceable touch.
Published in Issue 2. The Missing Slate Journal. 2011