I borrowed your composed smile, unleashed an obsession.
Your sick smoothness tampering with a ferocious background
I shove under a magnifying glass to study my devotion to you.
I try to complete you, to not go unseen, amongst your yellow scent
And velvety sunlight strolling down your skin, rolling like a whispering peach,
The hair, complete, dance with me. You straighten your arms and fear salutes me.
“A Blonde Woman” by Palma Vecchio (1480-1528)