Its on the tip of my tongue
its a whisper that a heart aches for a thousand moons
its a gleam, a shimmer off the heaving sea on the bluest night
its the scent of the flowing strands of silky hair that mesmerize
...
Unspoken words can have a chasm
As far and as wide as galaxies
But there is nothing as fathomless
And empty and hollow
...
Klimt Kiss
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?