You mustn’t be frightened
To visit a so called Bio-Sauna
With a gentle heating of
Waters scented with some
Herbs.
But as the lighting changes
From yellow to blue and
Red to ivory
Out of the dim atmosphere
A giant mountain of a body
Emerges
The poet called: The Beast
Whose huge body mass causes
Creaking sounds on the slatted
Birch benches
As he moves rocking into his
Preferred position
Dominating the small room
Breathing in and out noisily.
But then as you have been left
Behind
From the Beast leaving only
About ten minutes later
Perhaps disliking colours
Of varied lighting effects
Or maybe the scent of herbs
Another person enters into
The play of changing lights:
A feisty woman it seems
With a body matching that
Of the BEAST –
An advertising for Michelin
Tires
Overlapping fatty folds
On her stomach
Above her thighs.
I’m glad time flies and when
Closing one’s eyes
The pleasant heat and the
Herbal scent
Will open one’s pores
Detox skin and body.
Beast inside freed. Freed.
BEAST.TSAEB
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
