CRACK

The spirits of the night

Will appear at times of

Creative activities

The flow of poetry out of

A nutshell of dreams

The artist’s yearning for

His Muse

Will slip like a pen knife

Between its seams

To crack it open.

Crack. Crack.

The veil of forgetfulness

Fallen

Her slick bodylines move

In a seductive dance

So touchable

So tactile

Instant lovemaking –

The artist’s virile present

From the Gods.

An extraordinary walk

In the gardens of

Love & Creation.

CRACK.KCARC

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

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