after Vermeer's "A Lady Writing a Letter"
She is not the first young woman to sit for him.
Yet tonight, again, he has been awakened by her image -
an image that occupies his dreams
tugs at his bedsheets,
numbs him to his all-too-comfortable life.
She will sit for him again tomorrow.
He will suggest that she rest a moment,
that she stand near the window
so the light seduces the contours of her face.
He will ask if the yellow pleases her, if it captures
the radiance of her jacket, the weeks of sittings,
the furious grinding of pigment.
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| A Lady Writing a Letter by Johannes Vermeer |