
The rainy night behind
The push-down weight of
A low atmospheric pressure
System fell down like an
Eiderdown blanket
The poet’s head rested on
His desk for a minute sleep
Perhaps many minutes.
There are now more limits to
One’s willingness of fighting
For a return to a creative
State of being
Commanded by an inner
Stirring for completeness
In mind and soul.
The stirrings of the body’s
Desires for a tactile embrace
Bodies on fire ever be shared
Any other way
Than be absorbed as the
Ejaculation of words on
White unruled pages of the
Poet’s journal poetry?
No wonder
Artist Zoran talks of the
Completion of a successful
Creative work as the artist’s
Most satisfactory climax.
Perhaps.
Well. This artist & poet would
Disagree
As that is an incomplete state
Of emotion
Which will only satisfy the artist
If his Muse will be a part of it.
However and in what form
A build-up of mind/ body/ and
Soul would be leading to the
Completion of a sacred triad
In physio-psychic emotions
The mind will ultimately be
Overpowered with a true and
Genuine orgasm.
ORGASM.MSAGRO
zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry’20.