
did you see the primeval light
in your agony/close to death?
why do you live?
why did you suffer?
yesterday and tomorrow
reach out and join hands
downfall and rebirth of cultures
an ever present enigma of
this world
what was created must perish
what has passed must resurrect
this/the sense of our existence?
is love like death
the final level of exultation?
the fields of remembrance of our
youth and innocence
are reason enough for living
worth enough to have lived for.
the stirring times of youth’s doubts
and its internal fights
shape its unfaltering spirits
now in maturity returning again
to naïve beliefs
and sentiments of childhood?
why do you live?
why did you suffer?
overpowering feelings of love
reborn again?
love and pain/close sisters
in utmost exultation and equal
in ecstatic caress
how deep love cuts so sharply
as if a lance has intruded
a shaft that entered smoothly
ice-cold
broiling inside you
in heat’s sliding repetitively
until exasperation opened up
your soul for him to share
in liquefying intimacy.
sweeping along in speeds of
pureness of desires
and in clean-burning passion
on this superhighway’s glide
o passionate/o lustful/
o sweet fucking anetha
the sights and sounds of
your pussy
blessed my throbbing cock
tonight.
let me lie down
spread your arms like on a
cross
lovingly i enter you
and drive my nails of lust
into the pinkness of your
womb’s sweet suffering and
your intermittent moans
i will not let you die
but if we die
we die together
on this symbolic cross of union
and of pure love
in this pounding of my loins
that suffocates your innermost
until your face lights up
in radiance of ecstasy and lust
that’s just like similar in pain
your voice lances my heart
and cuts into my soul
in this high note of your topmost
cry that has penetrated me
just like my shaft penetrates you.
alleluia.
why do you live?
why did you suffer?
i pierced you through in loving
pushes
our eyes are full of tears
but our loins are full of joy
even if we grieve at a distance
that causes our sufferings
who is she who would not weep
in such distress?
who would not feel compassion
for two lovers distanced like this?
souls unified and tormented
subjected to dejection and to
ridicule
ana/my beloved fountain of love
sharing my ecstasy and desires
in this depth of our sufferings
i am in you and plant my seed
warmly into your inner soul!
Imprint this love and sweet
togetherness
deeply in our hearts
to share this loving crucifixion.
weeping/burning/vehement
in my pelvic thrusts
until our bodies weep in this
pureness of lust
we burn and we are aflame
calm together in the purgatory
of our passion’s darkness
that creates this inner peace
that heals the wounds of
this crucifixion.
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’02/’20.