From the Page of Shannon Phillips. Thank you.: The Kiss


The Kiss
by Gustav Klimt
(1907-1908)
"Short Story on a Painting of Gustav Klimt"
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

(1976)
They are kneeling upright on a flowered bed 
  He 
    has just caught her there 
                               and holds her still 
    Her gown 
                 has slipped down 
                                           off her shoulder 
He has an urgent hunger 
                      His dark head 
                                 bends to hers 
                                            hungrily 
And the woman the woman 
    turns her tangerine lips from his 
           one hand like the head of a dead swan 
                   draped down over 
                                                his heavy neck 
                        the fingers 
                            strangely crimped 
                                         tightly together 
        her other arm doubled up 
                     against her tight breast 
            her hand a languid claw 
                                          clutching his hand 
                which would turn her mouth 
                                                          to his 
        her long dress made 
                               of multicolored blossoms 
                                        quilted on gold 
        her Titian hair 
                      with blue stars in it 
       And his gold 
                          harlequin robe 
                                             checkered with 
                                                        dark squares 
       Gold garlands 
                      stream down over 
                                              her bare calves & 
                                                  tensed feet 
Nearby there must be 
              a jeweled tree 
                     with glass leaves aglitter 
                         in the gold air 
It must be 
               morning 
                            in a faraway place somewhere 
They 
       are silent together 
                                  as in a flowered field 
           upon the summer couch 
                                  which must be hers 
   And he holds her still 
                                   so passionately 
         holds her head to his 
                                so gently so insistently 
             to make her turn 
                                 her lips to his 
Her eyes are closed 
                               like folded petals 
She 
      will not open 
                         He 
                              is not the One
 
 


 
 

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