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.
