guessing and looking again

Pablo said that Cubism was full of deception,
but nothing was more deceptive than his lies
which blinded his wife's vaginal eyes.
each time she cut her hair short
she seemed too frail to withstand his
phallic nose,
so he sniffed around in other places,
finding yet another vagina,
this new one lower than his waist,
as he sat with his back to the sea
calmly drawing her a tattoo of a snake
which might have been a baby.
with her candy floss hair and a tarnished finery,
she watched with her mouth agape,
her face between his Spanish feet
smaller than his smile.
another vagina with reddish arms once gave him
a shoe which he wore to a convention
of art lovers where a giant breast tripped him
and he fell into the heart of the matter,
asking himself repeatedly why an orange smells like
a kiss.