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.