Conviction

Gustav Klimt – Adam and Eve

I like to get off with people

I like to lie in their arms

I like to be held and lightly kissed, safe from all alarms

I like to laugh and be happy

With a beautiful kiss

I tell you, in all the world

There is no bliss like this

– Stevie Smith

I loved you so much last night!

You loved me absent.

I kissed you so much last night!

You looked at me absent.

I adored you without thinking of you physically. I kissed you without feeling myself on your face. I looked at you without a look and without the sun.

And is that possible, beloved?

Ask that cloud that crossed my dream and rested in your soul.

That rested in my soul?

Carried by the breeze, with the last note of my life in a song.

And the breeze, what did it do when it felt you in its meadows?

With confused eyes, it witnessed my invasion.

And it didn’t want to kiss you?

Its lips didn’t reach my heart in flower. It should have seen my face in a smile of water, with you in the emotion.

And thus you arrived, beloved?

Thus I looked at your soul, I kissed your smile, and adored your illusion

– Unknown

Gustav Klimt – Apple Tree I

Although many nights have separated us, through time and space, I feel you tonight

And although it is he whose arms hold me now, it is you who surrounds me

As in so many nights spent skin to skin, heart to heart

Legs tangled, sweat dripping from your hard body

Falling asleep to the rhythm of two hearts beating as one

And I whisper that I love you

Realizing how deeply your soul is embedded in mine

The Hidden Dream

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O, hey, man who has burned my lips with the sparking flames of kisses. Have you seen anything in the depth of my two silent eyes of the secret of this madness? Do you have any idea that, in my heart, I hid a dream of your love? Do you have any idea that of this hidden love, I had a raging fire on my soul? They have said that the woman is a mad woman who gives kisses freely from her lips. Yes, but from your lips bestow life on my dead lips. May the thought of reputation never be in my head. This is I who seek you for satisfaction in this way. I crave a solitude and your embrace. I crave a solitude and the lips of a cup. An opportunity far from the eyes of others to pour you a goblet from the wine of life. A bed I want of red roses so that one night I may give you intoxication. O, hey, man who has burned my lips with the flames of kisses. This is a book without conclusion, and you have read only a brief page.

-Unknown

Naked Song

Gustav Klimt – Fulfillment

Awake from caresses, I still feel your embrace running through my body. Shaken and tenuous I go on walking in your image. So deep with instincts was my simple reclamation. From me fled hours of robust will, and left my sensation humble of reasons. I didn’t know about ages nor rigid reflections. I was life, beloved! The life that passed through the song of the bird and artery of the tree. Other softer notes I could have made flow, but my fertile desire knew no shortcuts. I clung to the crazy hour, and my wild leaves bent over you. I freed myself to the purity of a love without garments that carried my life from the unreal to the human, and I was to see all of myself in a scream of tears, in remembrance of the birds. I did not know how to guard myself against invincible currents. I was life, beloved! The life that in you strayed from its course, to give itself to my arms.

-Unknown

The Kama Sutra of Kindness: Position No. 2

Gustav Klimt – Danae

…It is not love I am asking
Love comes from years of breathing skin to skin
Tangled in each others dreams
Until each night weaves another thread
In the same web of blood and sleep
And I have only passed through you quickly
Like light
And you have only surrounded me suddenly
Like flame…
– Mary Mackey

In Total Nudity

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One day I will go to dance with you
To a far away place, where no laws exist, nor reasons govern
Where the water is breeze, where the bird is flower
Where everything pure and natural is confused with the grace of God
In a place clean of convention
Sterile to the mundane embrace that threatens your luck
Fertile to everything spontaneous, to the rain, to love
There, in total nudity
Rid of the elegant trappings of fine formalism
Used by human lackeys to pompously cover the scars of last nights orgies
We shall dance the dance of life
To the rhythm of a fire of light, that will burst from the sun
– Julia DeBurgos

Fire

ImageA woman can’t survive by her own breath alone. She must know the voices of the mountains. She must recognize the foreverness of blue sky. She must flow with the elusive bodies of night wind woman who will take her into her own self. Look at me! I am not a separate woman. I am a continuance of blue sky. I am the throat of the Sandia Mountains. I am a night wind woman.
-Joy Harjo

I and I

Gustav Klimt – Head of a Woman (sketch)

He said bye / She said why

He won’t try / She just cry

He just sigh / She close her eye

He get high / Inside she die

He all about I / Now she can’t fly

She just deny / He trapped inside I

She call him my / He doesn’t come by

She live a lie / He start to fly

She curse the sky / He start to hide

She start the dick ride

He start the dick drive

She feel alive

He say bye

Inside she die

He don’t know why

She don’t know why

– Erykah Badu