I love the paintings from the Masters like Picasso. Each painting I look at speaks to me to write a poem for it. Don't you just wonder what Picasso's many women were thinking when he was painting them?
Here is the beginnings of just one. Come have a look! Winged
The Girl Looking in Mirror by Picasso
I hear his young pretty ballerina Olga begging to be the space between Picasso’s ears, the two living in high society, 1920s Paris. She was not his only. He maintained a number of mistresses represented by diamonds in the background, he was afraid of commonality, affection and commitment,
I see Olga reaching for him with elongated limbs and passionate breasts, and I see him turning his backside to her after a cataclysmic orgasm of vertical and horizontal lines and arresting colors, and an estranged son born, by the name of Paulo, he can’t erase.
Work in progress...