Blue Nude (Picasso)

what do you see with your newly mixed paints,
blue like hurricane waters,
touches of white and yellow?
in her back lines of pain, solid,
you carve them from sight,
but you cannot capture her fear.
you cannot get the tremble, the
twitching muscle in her shoulder.
you lay down the curve of her leg, protective,
folded arms concealing what?
pale yellow kisses her shoulder blades,
runs lightly down her back.
she turns from you, your
layers of oily pigment, attempting to
capture her, to keep her here with you in the paint,
when- can you not see?- all she wants
is to run away from
everything she knows.