O great Muse of sensual
Sacrifices
How have you influenced
My world of art
The way you send me
Subliminal prompts
Every night
Be it dream or wake
In a daze of creative mood
When you provoke me
Like a seductive Circe
Transferring your sinewy
Gyrating moves
In a heated dance into
My own stirring body
That will rove with you
In unison of flesh and
White blood.
Our dream has once
Materialized
Then it crashed down the
Acropolis’ abyss
And it lies below the
Acacia and angsana trees
Since 180 moons –
Courtyard of Herodes Atticus
Theatre.
ATHENS.SNEHTA
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.