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)