HENRI MATISSE : PASIPHAE

She leans her head sideways over her left shoulder.
She could be young; she could be old.
She must be dreaming beauty into eternity.

One eye almond-shaped
The other arched showing the curve of her face
Her hair curly-queing behind her back
on the right side of her head, flowing down in waves
from the left side of her face into her hand
which sifts the locks

She has big hands and fingers and bending wrists.
She clasps her arms around herself.
When she does it it is the same as hugging you.
You can feel how she hugs you.
Her left hand squeezes her right arm.

Her left arm bent in a V
But her right outstretched in an L

The heavy looking bracelet on the left wrist
is papier-mache. The curve around the left arm
shows the sleeve of her blouse. She is curves
and sudden sharp corners.

Neon

She is nothing but a collection of white lines
on black paper.


--David Joseph

HENRI MATISSE : PASIPHAE

She leans her head sideways over her left shoulder.
She could be young; she could be old.
She must be dreaming beauty into eternity.

One eye almond-shaped
The other arched showing the curve of her face
Her hair curly-queing behind her back
on the right side of her head, flowing down in waves
from the left side of her face into her hand
which sifts the locks

She has big hands and fingers and bending wrists.
She clasps her arms around herself.
When she does it it is the same as hugging you.
You can feel how she hugs you.
Her left hand squeezes her right arm.

Her left arm bent in a V
But her right outstretched in an L

The heavy looking bracelet on the left wrist
is papier-mache. The curve around the left arm
shows the sleeve of her blouse. She is curves
and sudden sharp corners.

Neon

She is nothing but a collection of white lines
on black paper.


--David Joseph