Mona Lisa
I stood from the foot sole of your eyes
And gleamed in secretly.
Your maned hair moves in the painted breeze:
Quietly, quietly, I hear you scream through your smile.
My eyes shadows your tumult.
The river behind you collects your tears
And down they stamp in your cloudiness.
In your eyes I forage your soothing distress.
Gracefully, as the first cry of child,
I enter the clear colors of your element.
Perpetually, I flicker and gasp at your stillness
And find myself separated in the interior of your mind.
Your cold heart bleeds densely,
The trees behind you bend its branches
To level the inferiority of their voices.
Oh Mona, with your loud mute smile
I plummet at your dark red feet beneath the
Drenched frame that weakly held your darkness
And watch your giant sham brightens.
Clear as a picture, you're chained dupe
Welcomes me and easily I went,
Planting myself in the holes of your skin
And transform in a lovingly pinkness
Adding the papery entice of your wile.
A man reach in and touches your smile.
(May 7, 2016)
Mona Lisa (by Leonardo da Vinci)
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