Gustav Klimt – Hygieia

Tell me you love me and I won’t object

I won’t think it funny when I awake at dawn to find you gone

I’ll just get on with my day

Until the next

When you’re back

And I know what you want

And you know I can give it to you as you like

And you know not to ask for more

So that when it is over and our days have ended

I can move on to him

And believe his empty promises

And when he says, ‘I love you’

I know what he wants

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