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

[Chris Shaw]

The agony and ecstasy of love all in one little senryu. Posted image a perfect match Pete. Happy holidays.

Chris

[Pete]

the story goes that the sculptor fell in love with the marble statue that he chiseled! there is a famous marble statue by auguste rodin called, 'the kiss' so i titled this 'the smooch'. thanks chris and happy holidays to you dear poetess.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for filling in the detail Pete. Good to know.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

a very moving vignette. i feel that love, lust and ecstasy of these two divine creatures. but the last line reinds us that it is comfort not excitement that we truly seek.

[Pete]

great word that 'vignette' - fits well. astute observation you offer as the story is that the sculptor fell in love with the marble statue that he chiseled - possibly seeking comfort as you say.

[Betty Hermelee]

this little piece means a lot, especially those who treasure their love for one another….; it is personal and everlasting ….
Warmly, B🎄🎄⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🌷

[Pete]

can't argue with that. thanks and merry christmas b.

[Betty Hermelee]

It's a winner too! Happy holidays to you Pete
Warmly, B

[Ms claws]

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

[Pete]

to be in love is the greatest thing.

[Ms claws]

“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.”

[Pete]

wow, nice.

[Ms claws]

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.