Cubist Effects

In shaded increments,
brown/bronze/cream/gold,
her evolution is uneven,

developed in patches
like a cubist field of corn.

First the heart expands
beneath ripples of satin bodice,
glimmering crevasses of gold,

the neck, revealed,
is an offer of submission
to the light.

Her mouth, half stroke victim
and half coquette,

hopes for a sip of honey,
or at least the ability
to vocalize need again.

But the eyes are still cast in browns,
turned in shadows, the last
to acknowledge change.

Can the blessing of sunlight
dispell the chains of all those winters?