The first light with
Golden reflections from
The gable walls will wake him
From his embryo-lie’s
Most pleasant skin sensations
Of a dream about love and a
Muse
As promised by Ana
Who lived with him by his
Poetic strophe:
“Love is the Universe
The web its pulsing Vein
That’s where we meet
That’s where our juices
Flow”.
INDEED.
It’s still installed in him
Whenever he rips himself
From the tactile sensual
Dream
Spending the night with
His Muse.
MUSE.ESUM
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
