How could I know what it is you want to read? All I know is what I want to write.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Leaving Us to Grieve
Her presence is like a light floating in the absolute darkness of the canvas. In her eyes a silent invitation shocks us. We want her. We want to touch her, to touch that smooth white skin, to touch her half-opened lips with our own lips. But we can never have her, for she is protected from us by the centuries...and with these years as her fortress, she seems to mock us, leaving us to grieve over a kiss that can never be.
Girl with a Pearl Earring by Johannes Vermeer (1632-1675)