Last morning‘s fresh air
Loaded with cold humidity
The mind on sweet ambience
Of love.
Whatever surrounds the poet
During this journey thru’ the day:
Looks of women with the
Experienced eyes of desire
In their days of failing
Excitements.
The only compensation:
A rush to the well-stocked
Dessert tray for some
Petite Four’s.
Last fickle male model
Sweating at the Bio-Sauna
With his greedy look for a
Potential prey
Of a handsome body
In the Greek tradition?
Whatever.
Self-assured women like
Meatloaf-mountains
Demand a huge slice of
The sweat-boxes’ spaces.
In the thermal clover-leaf pool
The well-fed bodies lie still
Like Rhino-packs in the
Limpopo puddles.
The poet closes his eyes
His MUSE dances seductively.
POOLS.SLOOP
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ZJG-POetry’19.