The Smooch

I love and worship myself with a love which absorbs my love for the world. - Thoreau

Pygmalion and Galatea by Jean-Léon Gérôme

their wanting lips met

pressed against love's painted soul

hearts' rhythms reset

Author's Note

"A man dwells in his native valley like a corolla in its calyx, like an acorn in its cup. Here, of course, is all that you love, all that you expect, all that you are. Here is your bride elect, as close to you as she can be got. Here is all the best and all the worst you can imagine. What more do you want? Bear hereaway then! Foolish people imagine that what they imagine is somewhere else. That stuff is not made in any factory but your own." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Eternity]

This is a very personal piece.
Your love.
Your wife.
I feel like an intruder here.
Beautiful.

[Re-Pete]

to be in love is the greatest thing.

[Eternity]

“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.”

[Re-Pete]

wow, nice.

[Eternity]

Not my creation but necessary to remember at times like since seeing you...I have a problem controlling my impulses. You have a whole life I have to remember what it would feel like on the other end. Ships pass all the time. When they collide is the problem. When you were the cartoon guy, there were just benign thoughts. My problem, not yours. Merry Christmas, again, Pete.