Timing Is Everything

It’s funny how time has dimmed the reality of what once was

Sad that I will never see him again

Perhaps even more sad that I can never see you again

From the first moment I laid eyes on you, you were ‘The One’

Why did it end?

Youth

So, perhaps now, he is right on schedule

Correct in his wishes to wait

And to remind me, that timing IS everything

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

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

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