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The Kiss / Klimt

Poetry By: KingOfMisery

Tags: Art, Love, Erotica


Submitted:Jan 6, 2014    Reads: 27    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The Kiss

Your skin is a clutter of golden flakes,

Shaved rubies

And grubby emeralds

From ore that you did not mine -

Your cheeks,

The plots where saffron grows

I suck the spice

Delicately -

From the soil


I tame the budding Snapdragon

That sleeps beyond your lips

And his cool flame

Chars my throat


You slot into my arms

As though you were cut for me

Every facet finding a space in my grip -

You shine as the moon reveals

But a glimpse of your treasures

To the lucky traveller


I wrap you safely

In layers of black chiffon

Hiding you from the thieves outside


You are the diamond

I am the ring


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