Everything we do
we do out of love
Anna said
For years she kept me alive
With common interests in
POETRY
desires of flesh and blood.
As long as our libidos
are intact
we’ll be all right
She said.
Her words sank into me
And disappeared.
I had not realized
my soul did all the great
absorption
my head high in the
clouds of love.
The days of African storms
with thunderbolts
pelted me with hail
as if to punish me
for not having wings
to be at her side
when she died.
Yet her cousin A gave me
her last message
not to go to the hospital
but to remember her
as she was when alive
and well in love.
Six months and she had
travelled to hell and back
still to see me and in desire
to bend down a last time
for me.
In love she transferred to me
a different view of approaching
POETRY.
For me she lived on.
Not only did I feel it
standing at her temp grave
but having once merged together
in body and soul.
Her spirit –I communicate thru –
never left me.
Days of undying love – at the foot
of the Acropolis –
Songs ballads stories and novels
written for my Muse
will talk thru’ my words to all lovers
especially to those
who experienced their
‘GREAT LOVE.EVOL TAERG’
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17.
