An ekphrastic prompt from Poetic Asides:
“In Bed The Kiss” by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
~
Awakening ~
Resisting
oneness,
Living
through the nights
As
some forsaken creature of their own -
With
awkward limbs, and
Awkward
words, and frights,
And
lips to which a kiss was never known -
They
woke up once to
Find
their world was gone,
Reduced
to birdsong at the gates of wonder,
And
fragrant sheets, and
Light
that warmly shone
On
closed lids -
and,
welcoming the plunder,
Embraced
surrender.
Flesh
of molding clay,
They
melted heartbeats in the fires of morning,
They
met defeat, as
One -
not two - they lay,
And
drank the kiss to their passion’s dawning.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
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