a poetic take on Klimt's 'The Kiss'
If there is a moment that is complete,
it is this moment;
the world outside,
the lovers one in intimacy
within the glitter of their sensations,
their own private galaxy;
faces turned
to that inner sharing.
And the cloak of gold flowing around
not away,
the earth, universe in all splendour
diminished by the splendour of their love.
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