Gustav Klimt's - A Kiss

http://www2.magmacom.com/~alexxi/klimt/1klimt.htm

His gaze intense, his mouth compelled,
His callused palms reach out, cradle your face,
His universe folds in upon itself,
Until there is only you

You close your eyes, face uplifted
You sink to your knees, no sense of self
You have no resistance, no hubris
Until you are simply you

Breaths mingle, no discerning,
Where he ends, where you begin,
Our eyes wide shut; we can only feel,
Until all walls dissolve, imploding within.

© Pragya Thakur