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.

you’ve called on me –
a moment of an instant light
a ray of sunshine that brakes
through huddled sheep like
clouds
let my mood swing back
where we left off in our
caresses of love.
here you evoked in me
memories of a tender time
when our love was new and
budding so promising
like the roses that grow around
the white cottage down the sea.
wild and rambling
like our love
with all the sweetened scents
and velvet touches
thorns that spike me into s sense
of pain
that rather turns into sweet relief
while the drops of blood that
fall from me mingling with the
red petals of your lips
and will kiss away these drops
of love-tears
rubies of my innermost
sucking in my lips
my face/my eyes/my head/tips of
my nipples
my chest and my melting body
my cock that hangs enticed
ready to burst in your gasping
mouth.
i am all swallowed up
while my lips are emerging
in your vulvas pink and scarlet
mouth, where I do live now
from this moment on
until your excitement will
have me fully fledged
up on you again.

zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’02/’20.

he wakes in darkness of

an early morn’

he wants her touches

the imprints of her lips

to feel on his own lips

sliding down on him

along his body’s bowing

stretches

feel the softness of her hands

he so much enjoys breezing

across his face

his neck and shoulders

her head that lies

on his chest and her lips

seek out with fervent repeats

his pointed nipple’s burns

to her stroking

going down on him and

caressing him ever so softly

warmly and with wetted

open lips

playful fingers touch

his awaking hardness

holding onto this life in him

that she is eager to taste

and slide upon

suck up his cock now

fully into her vulva.

This/the sexual love he wants

she’s lusting for to give

in this early morn’s first round

when her thoughts would

deeply rouse him

when she touched him

with her glowing nakedness

his body instantly receives.

zoltanzelan

zjg poetry’02/20.

you went away to go to

church and celebrate

be part of a tradition

i do just faintly know

but then recall

that once i observed it

in my youth’s early days

in my town of birth.

i am restless and i want

to find you

seek you out between

the masses of people and

the priests

listen for some time to

ancient rites and to these

traditional songs that

celebrate the rebirth

of a deep belief.

there! I found you

sitting in your pew

sunk deeply into thoughts

of whatever you are thinking

well now

i know that you feel my

close-by presence

as you stir and our eyes will

meet

sending sparks that gleam

reflections of gold and silver

from the altar’s vessels

from the shining halos

of so many icons

the golden threads of

bearded priest’s vestments

sending us the signals

to elope and rush away

on these gleaming rays

to the nearby yard

the outside warmth that

suddenly envelops us

like all excitements we feel

in this secluded garden

where this one place exists

where lovers meet

to express their loving

in tight physical closeness

in a niche that offers us

the privacy we need.

where you now knee

in front of me

where I have slid so

tightly into you

you sigh and mingle your

cry with the traditional

songs of the priests

that blend so well into

this night –

this night we can love

together so well

in my clinging to your

body’s back

I feel your spasms and

with it my spiral flight of

sweetness

in a final push and pull

that elevates me high

and tastes so

bitter-sweet.

zoltanzelan

zjg poetry’02/’20.

there’s hardly a sound

to hear

except for the knock on

the door

the neighbour who comes

around

saying hello

before lockdown 3 will start

in three days

all is still

besides the daily contracted

people

who still are lucky to hold

a job

have moved early this morn’

to finish up midday.

then – as all goods and food

have been shopped already

will return to suburbia

to spend the x-mas holidays

at home

but not so the well-to-do

and dedicated sports pals

who’ll inundate the ski resorts

but this year with strict

adherence to health reg’s

wearing masks wherever

they will gather

inside or outside inns and

bars or facilities

lockdown 3 reg’s will bite.

the artist has depicted masked

people of the 2020 massing

already some years back

when fear gripped his heart

poets/artists

equipped with sensitive

antennas.

antennas.sannetna

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.

the day was long and

tedious

the words that I seek

now hang in tatters

around the branches of

my tested brain

there is no way I can

escape from this ticker tape

trashed environment.

my head is saw and my

arm seeks some rest

as if it would be tired

of its permanent attachment

to my body

in a sudden attempt for

an independent life.

my heart is aching

i have not heard from you

since yesterday

there! a message!

a sign that you’ re alive

thinking of me

in my tiny writer’s place

this space I would not

trade for any riches –

‘yes’ you say, ‘i seek you!’

my heart beats out

loudly in a leap.

‘i kiss you softly’ I reply

‘because i love you’

‘i want you now!’ you urge

‘it is high time for me

‘i have to go!’

it is a time that puts on

pressures even for

love and leisure

but sometimes love is

sweet thus pressured

off come clothes and shoes

shirts and pants

i hold you in my arms

i feel the hardness on me

your body rubs into.

in this sudden flux of feelings

want and burns of desire

that light-up our bodies

with a glow that wanted

to be ignited

by an instant action.

i spread you on the floor

of this soft fine carpet

white/artificial/fur like grass

inviting you to stretch

and wriggle

turning me and sliding

onto me

riding me in this prurience

of this special moment

that makes this fuck

so sweet and burning

and double lustful

in fear

that someone could come

and see us fornicating

through the window’s

faded/blue stained frames

that stand invitingly ajar.

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’02/’20.

first thoughts are: you

like all the thoughts

that guide me through

the day

long before the birds

appear and wake me up

with their lively warbles

you already woke me

with your thoughts.

i feel your body close

this warmth that speeds

its life into me

this warmth that feeds

our fragile existence.

this morning and this

fusion of love that spreads

in me so rapidly

that has virtually captured

both our lives so very

strikingly.

it is now that I do

the things you also do

the love that you want

is the love in me that

you ask for yourself:

‘how did this happen

to us two?

who are so much in love

that nothing and nobody

can now change this world

we have created

to dive into

to live in there

we seek so urgently?

a place where we are

completely free of shackles

and any burdens

that so hard sits upon us

bending spirits and the

hearts

free in the lightness

of our touches

the lips that fly across

our bodies

the tongues that speak

this wondrous language

that our bodies seek.

the conversation of our

limbs

our attracted physiques

this endless, never ending

topic that creates

this rising fire consuming us

our hearts and souls

and from whose heaped-up

ashes

repeatedly we rise

in exhilarated moments

a pair of wide-winged birds

that soar up into space

in a constant urgent quest

experiencing eternity.

eternity? elysian fields?

whatever words describe

the endlessness.

love is endless.

love is the universe.

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’02/’20.

it’s thrice I loved you

it’s thrice you came

your voice that sings to me

your song of pleasures

has recorded itself in me

in chambers that have closed

its sweetness into registers

kept for eternal memory.

there is no sweeter moment

that I cherish than to be with

you in love

and in this want

to create a world of touches

and hotly contested desires

that flow through me like a

river flows underground

and lets it’s murmurs sound

in leaps of abundant freedom

splashing unexpectedly

to the surface ground.

there are the touches and the

disrobing when that moment

stirs strong feelings in me

and i just flow with your current

that sweeps me away into you.

then as i fight the waves

but enjoy the pulling and the

pushing that arouse me to the

utmost of my being

i know that the moment has

arrived to let my sweetest of

poundings lance your gaping

wound

that opens up to me

that wants to entice me

to the brim of my feelings.

my cock enters you repeatedly

in this wild and sudden union

of thrusts

that have me close my eyes

and pound away

until the reddened bodies die.

oh sweetest lust we want to

pierce into and tap a piece

of ecstasy

that gives me just a shortened

peek

into the endless universe

i die! i die!

your lips that hold my phallus

swollen tight

this lance that wounded you

your sacred innermost

still seems so lustful and in

joy

as all is spent of it in you.

my life is yours

flowing into you. i die! i die again!

your cunt that closes

around my cock and sucks me

into you so deep. so deep

and soon i disappear

for now i live in you.

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’02/’20.

there are nights when

i can love you in want’s

multiple ways

that stir us up into this

frisson of so many heights

we hardly seem to fall

into deep sleep.

and as the night progresses

you lie close to my side

and marvel with me about

a love that came so late in

life

but that has bounced

in us overjoyed in leaps

and bounds

igniting the furnace of our

lustfulness manifold

with continuous want and

constant stirrings

bequeathed onto your body

that wetness you unfurl

onto mine

thru’ my recurring hardness

that now fully aroused

is for you to have

to slide upon in your hottest

movements

gliding like a ship’s keel

through the warm waters

of your inner womb

like dolphins dart through

iridescent waves in bursts

of swirls and sudden turns

flashes of light that flicker

like neon-lit amphibians

off the crest of the sea.

i close my eyes and listen

to the poundings of the keel

that pierces and that glides

unhindered and so smooth

like I glide into you.

my hands that hold your

rounded rump and legs

that embrace my back

and move relentlessly

clutching me

pulling me into you

in rapid poundings

until I lose my conscious

mind

dissolved in lust.

my body moves into you

and places itself tightly

fittingly like a Lego piece

that snaps into place

yet my soul has freed itself

it emerges in my cry that

resembles yours in color

and in depth of tone

and flies away as a white

pair of windswept birds

who found together solace

in free flight.

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’02/’20

december time –

observing traditions

fought for by believers

as mankind fights this pandemic

covid 19

with hard-nosed determination

in a race for vaccines to stop

the carnage

like the artists fight with their

pencils/brushes/pens/sculptures

and their installations

for the expression of freedom

in the arts –

december –

the landscape a big grey gesso

painted canvas

upon which the colours of

love’s fiery compositions

will stand out proud

emotional outbursts

light up the lead-grey day

with sparks of

ingenuity.

love/amour/amore/szerelem

there’s not much needed to

brighten-up a canvas

to lighten up the path ahead

for our souls.

sparks.skraps

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’02/’20