Cubist Siren

In fragmented beauty, she sits serene, A cubist muse, with forms unseen. Red lips, a siren's subtle call, Beckoning the viewer, beyond them all. Her dress, a flowing, abstract sea, White gloves, a touch of elegance, set free. The background, a kaleidoscope's whirl, A dance of colors, a story to unfurl. In this geometric reverie, she reigns, A queen of art, where shapes and forms sustain. Her gaze, a window to the soul, A reflection of the beauty that makes us whole. In this cubist landscape, she finds her place, A symbol of femininity, in a modern space. A fusion of the abstract and the real, A masterpiece, where art and beauty reveal.