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Woman in a Green Room, by Robert Berény, 1927
Black Dahlia
by Michael Escoubas
She is probably attractive.
If only I could see her eyes,
what story would they tell?
I would ask about
her dress…why all the black?
I would ask about the vase,
her shoes, the chair-back
that blends her in. Why all the black?
I would ask about
the earthtones ensconcing her
like a slightly drooping flower,
that flower–symbol
of sadness, shrouds her in mystery.
I would ask about
the slight tilt of her head,
the dark red tint in her hair,
her ivory hands, I want to hold.
I wonder, would she let me,
if I asked her?
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