a poem by Sophie Tsekov
His portrait of her expresses
a somewhat enigmatic quality,
a sense of transparency.
Blue delusion wraps around her golden head.
poignant self composure,
a pearl earring.
How she must yearn
to understand the covert incentive
of humans and their sentiments,
as she gazes at him with bottomless brown eyes.
How he must be so attuned
that he is able to capture
her hidden emotions with only the strokes of his brush.
Seductive yet silent,
her luminous face
glows bright against
the darkness of the background.
Her mouth opens
as if she is about to speak,
but her words will remain a mystery.
She is the mistress of a master.