Bonus Scene

The rim of her glass
is a luminous sphere;
a blurred smudge of
moist crimson gliding
due north to her mouth.
It sweeps this lesser
God to another Calvary.

I trace from heel to
shoulder, shapely lines
Bergman himself would
have made a meal of,
would have entertained with
chic strokes of chiaroscuro.

It’s the perfect dash
of flim flam in a
sudden twist of plot;
the way she commands
the light as she performs
a laser sharp dissection
of the vast swelling scene.

©️Orion Foote, 2021