klimt painted the body to flow
slide off a canvas with the weight of oil
smoothly
smoothly
smoothly
his lines glide across her face
flowers and swirls
virginal girls
quilted-- their bodies stitched together
oil woven and weaving
wake up in the garden--you've fallen asleep
wake to the taste of oil paint
bitter, but reminds you of honey.
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