The Belvedere, Vienna
 
The woman positions herself just
so, and then angles her cell phone
so she can appear to displace the inamorada.
Little does she care about interpretation,
the woman in the painting on her knees,
suggesting that she might not be equal to the man,
or perhaps Klimt is projecting himself
onto the woman and is begging
for a kind of love that can,
once and for all, end his isolation.
The woman’s device is on a long stick
and she appears to be dancing with it.
Yes, they are partners waltzing
in this chandeliered room in the Belvedere,
the orchestra playing Strauss’ Blue Danube,
and when she finds the perfect spot she stops,
slowly closes her eyes, and clicks a pic.