To sleep over in a different place

Red Tower has been at times

A refuge to a peace of mind and

Creativity in the arts.

Dreams about loving another

Man’s wife

Comes naturally to those souls

Estranged from their spouses

And wives.

My whole body sensitized

Stretched out on the wide bed.

Could it possibly feel the touches

Of a loving Muse?

Perhaps the touches of a mature

Woman

Befriended to the poet

Imagined to be that close?

Familiarity of space

Yet seemingly so strange

Ghosts of past persons

Embedded in its historic interior.

Sensations of electrifying touches

Along my skin

A foreplay of love

Soon to happen?

Indeed! Her soul and spirit

Transfers these embraces

That hug the poet’s Soul.

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’18.