glances over her shoulder,

Hoping the wide, white brim of her hat will hide her piercing green eyes

as she watches the man across the room

sipping his bourbon and laughing heartily at the pathetic joke of his wife.

Though she appears calm and collected,

Her red lips slightly pursed with the sourness of agitation,

Fire runs through her veins.

As her green dress molds to her body, accentuating her curves,

She rolls back her shoulders.

The man glances over, raising one eyebrow.

The space between them saturated with sinful thoughts.

Decent thoughts abandoned, she will remain alone,

Lost in the jungle of envy.

Title: Jeune Fille Vert

Artist: Tamara de Lempicka

**This piece was the inspiration for the poem.  Trying to tell the story behind a photo or painting is often a wonderful inspiration.