The retreat lit up softly
Tired limbs
Creamed and stroked
Gently
By a fine spraying shower
The poet will relax in such
A short while
Viewed from his past Muse
A ghosting reflection
Behind a sheet of foldable
Glazing
As if he’s perform his
Cleansing ritual for beloved
Ana –
Hooked on aesthetically pleasing
Body movements
Even with the sharp massaging
Spray’s masochistic enjoyment
Shower of needles
Hitting on accumulated intakes
Of chocolate and sweet bakeries.
Well – not that bad for all
Stimulations that’ll add up to
Words
The poet excerpts from his
Personal devourer of all senses.
DEVOUR.RUOVED
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetrey’20
