Here again, and, for the first time,
This aeons-old meeting-place
You and I make cross-roads of our arms
and our wanting speaks within
This exquisite tension
between permission and resistance
Poised, in the flesh of your instinctive seeking
Gustav Klimt – “The Kiss”
and my seeming witholding…
I await the secret knock
the whispered invocation
Scored, taut, across
the skin of you
To be sensed, like Braille,
blind-seeing, beyond where I resist
The night, for a moment, pauses;
We hold night in our mouths
As the weight of you,
the waiting of you, falls
into the arms of my sex
I yield, whilst somehow, still,
you are held by me;
I pour away,
an endless avalanche
of release.
© Adrea Kore 2012 (Not to be reproduced or reprinted, in part or in whole, without permission of the author
Kore Desires 
Beautiful, sensual! I love the line “To be sensed, like Braille” – an evocative metaphor.
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lovely poem Adrea- a tribute to the Klimt Kiss pic– that haunting wondrous bent head of receiving and giving–
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Yes, I adore Klimt’s work as an artist. Such incredible sensuality, and I also love the way he depicted powerful female figures like Salome & Judith. Glad you like the poem. 🙂
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So beautiful. I don’t have words: just tingles.
xxx
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