
there are shouting matches
in relationships
glued together thru’ the
razor-cut of economics
sharing keys to one main room
and tread lightly
avoiding to step on toes
and entangle one’s relative freedom
from refreshing outside walks
in each other’s long hair.
there/at one’s mature age
when the poet found his groove
for inspired writing
his spouse excels living on fresh
fruit/sesame concoctions/and
grooming her waist long hair
love/the most important ingredient
for two human beings staying
together
has left life’s once great thrashing
floor –
there’s no use for demanding love
forcefully/kicking out at a spouse
it’s like flogging a horse
already dead.
the forces of love have altercated
and their flow has been absorbed
by the great thirst
of a new creative being.
thirst.
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.
good shouts like outbursts in orgasm are great between partners in love
yet as time casts layers of life’s encrustations on any togetherness once
started in passionate eros
age will change colours and specifications to libidos
which – may still be intact to a certain degree
but have shifted like tastes and moods to be
especially discovered in the world of creative people.