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Click hereRegarding the painting by Gustav Klimt
You call her beautiful, drawn to
those parted lips, the blush
of her perfect nipple. Your eye
is drawn like a comb through her hair
and hypnotized by the waves. You see
flesh and think innocence, gentle temper,
the purity of sleep. I warn you
there is no immaculate conception here
this is no victim, no virgin.
She is not asleep. That is the first lie
and the second is her resistance. Look:
she lifts her thighs willingly,
those ankles crossed and pulling
lewdly on the spine of that god
like they all do, horny for gold,
fucking for coins, and always
ready with those grasping fingers
and that hidden hand
and all those open, greedy mouths.
about the right length for what I've seen of your writing. I'll bet you could right a sonnet that wouldn't bore to tears.
Yes, the image comes through without the painting {though I remember it well}. Written so well that in eras past this so descriptive poem would be considered lewd. I like.
Great images. I loved it when I read in on the Eckphrastic Challenge thread and it's no less powerful separated from the image that accompanied it then.
Recommended in the new poems review thread on the Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum.
Thanks for the read. Again. :)