One look at her and I begin
to wonder
what is hiding there?

Is it the colours in her skin
the curls in her hair
the look in her eye
as she glances far and wide

Beyond the scope of
this old camera lens
no amount of effort
is taken to account
pinks, blues and blacks
all have the same impact

Her stare infectious
Her eyes so telling
Her smile whispers stories
of all those saints and sinners

Golds reflect and clash
with the studios bright lights
her eyes are those same sunbeams
her body burning them to the ground

Look her in the eye
studying her face
perfection is muted
another word needed
to replace a name
I wish to give her

Muse

Lacan brought to us
the concept of the gaze
for how shall she see herself?

Like a child's first glance?
Alice's long stare?
or is she simply oblivious
to the beauty she exudes.

© Sia Jane

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The narration, in fact, doubles the drama
with a commentary without which no mise en scene would be possible.
Jacques Lacan