Gustav Klimt- The Kiss
The beauty in love she once did see
For the feeling arrived so lucidly
The colors appeared so vibrant in mist
The scent so acute, too hard to resist
But she was heavily blinded with delights of yore
Flowers will not suffice, love is found in more
Meaning is present in something uncanny
Worth a search in every nook and cranny
To a foul mouthed beast love is something to be waged
To diminish solidarity, to possess, to be caged
Forever enflamed with paralyzed petals
Hot enough to burn the toughest of all metals
Those vines they bind her
Whether it be a rose or a fir
And his gold clothing, it kills
Can’t he see all the blood it spills?
With smashing forcedness, she falls to her knees
Hoping for it to stop, for time to freeze
With tender hands he pulls her near
Shaking her like a replaceable chandelier
With the absence of lips she has no pleasure
That’s why her ankles are bound, a precautionary measure
She will be his consuming prize
Making him the subject of his own demise
Domination in his posture
Destitution in her laughter
Forever enslaved
Forever enraptured
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