Phillip of spain has ugly lips. Hapsburg lips, I suppose.
Noblemen pose and nudes recline and battles appear in rows.
A readhead's revealed in long flowing clothes.
Where does blue of that color exist? In the eyes of painters alone.
Cherubs abound and can even be found at the side of the masters of Rome.
Can't that bull leave Lygia alone?
I met Narcissus again and understood for the first time
how his love of his beauty could grow over time.
His love, his absorption and mine.
A '20s lady with helmet hair and a busty, hippy form
stands out of style on tiny feet and --somehow-- leaves me warm.
I'd like to dance with her through time.
Fragile tapestries, faded to dusty hues, give song from off the walls.
The weaver's voice is seen centuries late and the scene's voice silent calls,
after the looms song silent falls.