
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