
fleeing forward – a rapid
movement invades my feet
and it even amazes my
spouse of endless years
that i gained such mobility
such strength in my legs
with twice her model-weight
“incredible” – she whispers
carrying on a monologue
i’ll hear still fourty feet passed
our open entrance door.
she’s hungry for fresh air and
opens windows wide
a sounding board for the
courtyard-neighbours
just as we hear them
otherwise communicating
with braised voices
even over a greater distance
today – my friend the dancer
said: i’ve shaved from top to
toe
following a zen philosophy
but then
this sweetheart left me at a
sudden impulse
pretending an oncoming
headache – wow! just now!
he cried-out disappointed
when we were ready for love
with all signals on go?
damned! so he commenced
autoerotically. ah!
suddenly she returned again
all stirred-up…
“sorry” he sighed – it’s now
all done!”
done.enod
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.