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effusion on the melt, lingua franca of gold. tongued to the tip of its flame, twine of dusted skin-- lit with professing. pilgrimage's keel over into otherness, that far off land. tried truer than truth on the lips. membranous bouquets, rippling beside rectangular rain. patchwork of an amorphous doorway, administering symbolisms that outshine light. scale's draw, the weight of open arms met with like weight. a kiss such as the forgetfulness of faces, as if to say: we've come to this my love--lateness surrounds.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Klimt's: The Kiss
effusion on the melt, lingua franca of gold. tongued to the tip of its flame, twine of dusted skin-- lit with professing. pilgrimage's keel over into otherness, that far off land. tried truer than truth on the lips. membranous bouquets, rippling beside rectangular rain. patchwork of an amorphous doorway, administering symbolisms that outshine light. scale's draw, the weight of open arms met with like weight. a kiss such as the forgetfulness of faces, as if to say: we've come to this my love--lateness surrounds.
*Inspired by Austrian Symbolist painter Gustav Klimt's: The Kiss.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
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