Gustav Klimt – Pallas Athena

He leans over judgement

And stands with the smirk

Of thinking he knows more than he does

Spits whispered conclusion from the corner of his clean cut face

“Yea, she’s worth about a penny and a half.”

But, she knows truth, ’cause she knows herself

“Scratch the surface of this cent!”

She dares the beautiful facade of man

The priceless gold that lies just beneath old hurt shines from those eyes of hers

And he’s afraid

‘Cause behind his silver dollar face

Old brown copper rusting away

And he knows how copper looks

Next to gold

– Alyssum Root

Gustav Klimt – Adele Bloch-Bauer

…That sad past that I blindly walked

Through the dark beaches of the world

Inhumanely agitates itself

Threatening to disturb the fertile dawn of the moment…

– Julia DeBurgos

Longing

Gustav Klimt – Country House by the Attersee

Come to me in my dreams,

For then by day I shall be well again.

For then, the night will more than pay the hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou camst a thousand times, and smile on thy new world.

And be as kind to others as to me.

Or, as thou never camst in sooth, come now, or let me dream it truth.

And part my hair and kiss my brow,

And say my love, why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dream

And then by day, I shall be well again.

For then, the night will more than pay, the hopeless longing of the day.

– Matthew Arnold

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why…

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
– Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

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