After over a hundred years,
the blue flowers in her hair
are still as blue and the ivy
in his hair is still as green
and her face is just as soft
and serene as when she received
the kiss, the kiss that made
the whole world fall in love
with Gustav Klimt. And who
wouldn’t want to be caught
forever and ever in a golden
embrace, infinitely tender,
eternally erotic, the way
no kiss truly is? But here
they are, defying the fall,
these lovers, hanging unframed
on the wall of the Belvedere,
still passionate, lust-drowsy,
their love spilling into the halls
as the whole world around
them dissolves into shimmer,
into shine.
http://www.cnn.com/style/article/gustav-klimt-100-years/?iid=ob_lockedrail_bottomlarge
An inspired poem, Rosemerry.
Thanks, Robbie! It truly was inspired! By Klimt! who, I am recalling, was deeply inspired by someone else to make this but I can’t remember who it was … but isn’t that how it goes–we inspire each other and the conversations go on forever …