az arcod testemen at

nagyon koezel van

viragmezed koelt –

your face that hovers over

me so close  it glows

my body ‘s an icon pole

strings of honey roll

together

trapping you like an

antelope

your toes teasing my

erection you have made

part of your ritual

this morning’s stretch that

weaves our senses into

one soft net catching our

intimate dreams

that form our fingers

shape our lips to curl

around our bodies

in such convoluted heat-

az arcod testemen at

nagyon koezel van egy

szerelmi dalnak oeleles-

your face is your love

teasing my cock as a

warm shower

it strings me into your

rhythmic tongue

like honey from a spoon.

zoltanzelan

©ZJG-POetry’12/’20