the line of horizon flashed
so visible/ so dense and
impenetrable
a dream of her spiky hair
on a face of sculpted marble
smooth to the touch
changing from an inner
fluorescent glow
her lips opened for
a tongue tip slide all over
my face/ seeking my lips
in return
penetrating the forecourts
of my soul
dancing about this obelisk
tattooed with symbols of
our lives we peeled off to
bring them all to life:
faces so real/ yet crystallized
fingers splayed and probing
yet so moderately cool
legs folding and clasping
yet so close to real skin –
I believed her want and
passion filled my loins
in spite/ i could have been
fooled/ i pressed back onto
her and at my height of joy
and pleasure dived into her
opening soul that swallowed
me up.
This my first hymn.
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’12/’20.
