its her lure

its her lure,
seemingly it would strike you down,
suddenly she turns her back on you

she has been possessed like this for decades,
and, more recently, obsessed,
often lying around in the nude,
naked, in her bathroom or bedroom,
isolated, hidden, in a day dream,
or in a panic, temporarily immobile,
in an obscure dark place,
wearing her burial garment

her face is evocative,
her identity is liquor,
it can be elegant, erotic, sullen,
a reverence to something lost
or never quite gained,
a study in both negation and yearning

it's impossible to know her,
she appears in so many masks,
a subterfuge, a pretense,
aware that someone is looking at her,
an observer is often the most innocent of the observed,
whether you read the artist's rejection of her
face as a reflection of her inner life,
focused on her body, a sexual preoccupation,
out in the open, she is ultimately intensely frightened,
in isolation, she can be whoever she wants to be