From a distance
A physical distance
I’m loving you.
Close-up in a fridge-cold
Room
Scooped-up in creaking beds
We argue in our sleep
Moaning about love lost.
But from a physical separation
Our libidos flame up
The slightest touch
Brings us high-up.
Every time we have this
Tragic transformation
When we meet and I will
Leave again dissatisfied.
At the Red Tower’s refuge
I draw your erotic image
Your body sitting tightly
On mine.
Since my Muse had departed
To the ‘Big Void’
Love her – Love you
Repeats itself continually.
The artist in me awakes
I draw your thoughts
Onto my journal’s paper.
Loving You.uoY gnivoL
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.
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