Little KissesThe Kiss

A close up of their kiss haunts her; a piece
she can no longer see.  Memories cloud
her vision – no matter which way it’s turned.

The lines and blotches of his face blend – blur
together, become smooth, rough, those textures
to seek with her lips, taste and taste again.

She can smell his scent mingling with hers.
She wants to see him clearly. She wants to
examine the entire image – Klimt
imagined it all before in colors
of ocher, umber, gold; man and woman
captured on canvas, locked in an embrace.

This new artist has narrowed his focus,
now all that is visible is the kiss.