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

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

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

I was the quietest one…

Gustav Klimt – Salome

Of all those who made voyage to your port. No lewd social ceremonies announced me, nor the deaf bells of ancestral reflections.  My route was the savage music of the birds, releasing to the air my circling generosity. No ships heavy with opulence carried me, nor oriental rugs supported my body. Over the ships my face appeared, whistling in the round simplicity of the winds. I did not weigh the harmony of trivial ambitions which your hand promised, full of star-bursts, I only weighted on the floor of my agile spirit the tragic abandon which your gesture occulted. Your perennial duty was marked by the avid thirst. You resembled the sea, resonant and discrete. Over you I went, passing my lost hours. Over me, you followed yourself, like the sun in the petals. And I walked in the breeze of your fallen pain, with the ingenious sadness knowing myself right. Your life was a profound churning of restless fountains, in an immense white river, running to the desert. One day, by the yellow shores of hysteria, many hidden faces of ambition followed you. Through the waves of your tears, uprooted through the cosmos, voices leaked without crossing your mystery. I was the quietest one. The voice with almost no echo. The conscious spread in a syllable of anguish, scattered and tender through all the silences. I was the quietest one. The one who lept from earth with no more weapon than a verse. And here, you see me, stars, scattered and tender, with his love in my breast. – Julia DeBurgos

I want to give myself to you… completely

And empty with passion my sighs in your soul, thirsty of sorrow
And to teach you to suffer and see in your serene eyes the black tears that the pain of life has brought to my doors.
Then… you will know the mystery that my sad pupils enclose;
And you will know that life is not a dream where you bathed your short existence in the world.
Then… you will fill the void that nestles your soul with the sweet vibrations of my sorrow, replete with calm;
And you will know once in life that pain is the sublime sanctuary of the soul.
I would like to empty in your soul the flower of my sorrow and give myself to you… completely.
– Unknown