Lady in the Oil
by james bezerra
I wrote some chamber music the other day,
it featured horns and a lute.
Quite a lota lute.
I wrote it to impress a girl who
I saw in a painting.
That she wasn’t real didn’t bother me.
The oil of her skin was old on the canvas,
tiny cracks around her eyes and her hands and her mouth
and anywhere else she might want to move.
But she listened to my music all the same,
and my lute made her happy enough to even
risk the danger of a grin.
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