Klimt Kiss Poem by Shakil Haider

Klimt Kiss

when I saw the Klimt kiss
I felt a fire
running through my veins
stomach fluttering with butter flies

I wrapped you around in a gilded cloak
like serpent of heaven luring
to pluck the forbidden fruit of passion.

Was I the lord of lust,
tenderly slithering on to your gentle skin,
toying with the prey,
in a sublime ritual of love
before the ecstatic play?

I wrapped you around in a gilded cloak
like serpent of heaven luring
to pluck the forbidden fruit of passion.

Was I the lord of lust,
tenderly slithering on to your gentle skin,
toying with the prey,
in a sublime ritual of love
before the ecstatic play?