Gustav Klimt
In burlesque gestures
lushlicking hips sway,
cerebral sleep
embryonic peace.
flame red tendrils
entice strokes,
curled around fingers
pink innocence budding.
Featherbreaths
I observe,
tranquil liquidity.
Wonder if she dreams
in acrylic,
had I her beauty
perhaps I too,
could dream.
Musings and Smatterings 
Love that last stanza! Lovely write, Shan 🙂
beauty is not everything dreams are made of though…smiles. she is rather lovely…and you bring her to life in your words…
Oozing with sensuality & beautifully erotic ~ lovely write Shan
…dreaming in acrylic…you captured the mood in the pic so well..love the painting and love your words to go with it…just unity ms. ellis…nice!!
I too wonder what having that beauty would be like. I mean BEING that beautiful.
Featherbreath is lovely. A prefect image in this perfect poem.
Reminding me of just how amazing Klimt was too.
love klimt, love this word-wandering through that painting, beautiful
oohhh. I really enjoyed this, Cherry Pie. Deep and complex imagery… there’s a lot to be seen, just like the picture.
Oh yes, I certainly like this one of yours – here’s mine: http://www.image-verse.com/clown
Shan– I love the embodiment of contentment you have captured here.
beautifully written ❤
adore the first verse especially…wonderfully sensuous poem!
Lush, languid sensuousness. And when you say,
had I her beauty
perhaps I too,
could dream.
… I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so you are more beautiful than you acknowledge here.
Nice. Exceptionally written. My favorite stanza:
flame red tendrils
entice strokes,
curled around fingers
pink innocence budding.
Thanks for sharing your work
Loved the last stanza. You described the picture with such grace with your word choice. Just beautiful.
Lushlicking, featherbreaths…what gorgeous lusty words. Why didn’t I think of that? The entire poem fits the art. Beautifully done!
Beautiful poetic companion to the Klimpt. Love this particular work. Lush words indeed for this beauty. Well done, G.
Sensual….nicely done.
Love that Klimt image, always wonder what she is holding like something so precious in her hand–maybe the fragility of her own beauty. Some of your word choices are just magical–embryonic peace, featherbreaths, liquidity–and add an extra dimension to a picture already swimming in them.
Really like the wonderful wording you’ve composed:
‘cerebral sleep’
’embryonic peace’
‘tranquil liquidity’
Perfect words to describe a great image. Amazing piece, Shân.
Absolutely loved the last stanza… the dreaminess and *innocence* totally came across in that one…
Ah, dear Shan, I’m being dipped in sensuality this week. Quite warming, it is. The economy of your words belies how many images you bring forth beyond the painting upon which it’s based. Or at least they do for me. If I took away the painting, this piece would still thrum with physical and emotional resonance. And I love repeating aloud, “lushlicking hips sway.” Gives me tongue quite the workout.
“Wonder if she dreams
in acrylic….”
I too love the last stanza .. this is such a great poem 🙂
wonder if she dreams in acrylic – nice line. Sexy art and poetry. Thanks for stopping by today. In answer to your question, my poetry blog is still on blogger and my photo art blog is http://shewriting.wordpress.com
Doing ok. Hope you are well 🙂
i love the title as well as the poem! i think this is my favorite Klimt painting and he would be honored to have his painting connected to your beautiful words. ♥