Alma and Oskar, Oskar Kokoschka (1913)
Alma and Oskar
There is not a tree with forbidden fruit,
Nor compelling compact we have to sign.
There will be no Satyr playing a flute,
Nor a reason for having to repine.
Just you and I in this our paradise.
Freely bending to the other’s desire,
Without thought of making a sacrifice,
While quenching a burning internal fire.
Stripped of all our frail human modesty,
We explore each other with boundless lust.
We bind together ever so brashly.
Such pleasure without being larcenist.
Our thirst for each other being so vast,
We ask these wondrous feelings always last.
A Vow to Love, Jean-Honoré Fragonard (c. 1780)
A Vow to Love
Like the wave that crashes against the rock,
Shattered in uncountable directions,
My heart is destroyed by the crushing shock.
Motionless and dark as ocean canyons.
Questioning how this could really be,
This painful loneliness that churns inside,
Has unmercifully enveloped me.
All feelings fled with the outgoing tide.
My heart is floating on the endless sea,
Being tossed about by the ceaseless wind.
A bottle that is lifeless and empty,
Savagely from a love it is exscind.
Will I and my lost heart soon reunite,
Pumping blood at such a furious pace,
Feeding the roaring fire that did ignite,
And to help me, loneliness to erase.
A vow to love I shall willingly make,
Never again to follow foolish pride,
That can only cause another heartache.
It is but love that I want at my side.
Two People, Edvard Munch (1920)
It’s now the start of the bewitching hour
Two lonely hearts now coming together
Doing everything within their power
To give telling comfort to the other
Each with their own wholly consuming grief
Seeking respite within the other’s care
Understanding full well the time is brief
And no promise of the future to share
It is warmth which they share with every touch
In the other’s heat willingly embrace
Inwardly searching for something to clutch
That continues to be an endless chase
Confused are they with their myopic view
Will they ever know before the hour’s through
The Soul and Desire
Within a dangerous inferno burns
For the touch of her flesh my body yearns
Such a desire I cannot satiate
At every sight of her I conflagrate
To have her soft flowing lips of red wine
Pouring her glowing passion into mine
Her emerald eyes speak of her desires
From a hunger through her eyes she perspires
Shall we get ready for the fire of hell
For a mere moment in her bed to dwell
To be in a momentary rapture
Yet to be denied is evil torture
If flesh greater than the eternal soul
Prior to the point when death takes its toll
Can the soul be burdened with acts of flesh
By rules considers it to be excess
The Bite (Preliminary Study for The Kiss), Edvard Munch
Bound in the whipping whirlwind of desire
Two lovers consumed by hot raw passion
Out of control in this demonic fire
Devouring them both in brazen fashion
What brings them to this height of sultry heat
Is there a struggle with disquietude
That impossible again that they meet
Fearing to life’s farewell they have been queued
Only in this flame can they be but one
It now as one they endear with no fear
Their sum energy is joined with the sun
Rising, rising until they disappear
Evening Melancholy, Edvard Munch (1896)
You can feel what’s in my heart when we kiss
You know I watch ’til you blend with the night
You can tell that it is you that I’ll miss
But can you feel my ache when out of sight
It’s my demand to have you night and day
Absurd as it is, it’s the way I feel
For it is not true that you are my prey
But, yes it’s true your heart I wish to steal
So hungry, you have brought me to my knees
A famished want to wake and see you near
To have you in my sight I’ve made my pleas
But it’s mere moments that you can be here
I have been called insane. Yes, it is true.
But the reason why is because of you
Head by Head, Edvard Munch (1905)
Head by Head
His head lays still on her thighs
Looking up towards the sky
Gazing into her bright eyes
She touches his hair with even pace
Then calmly with finger traces his face
Rich red blood through his veins starts to race
Her slender velvet hand stirs his desire
Such a feeling of which he’d never tire
For her every stroke increases his fire
Quickly she descends with her open lips
Freezing his head within her mighty grips
Drinking hungrily his love in deep sips
Her kisses he did happily return
It is for her love he’ll forever yearn
This roaring fire for her will always burn
The pair standing, thinking head to head
Of a separation they would dread
“I love you,” each to the other said