
love’s endless rolling of
thoughts that zoom across
the sky’s sun filled blue
cupola of our inner head
stirrings of our mind and
limbs
originating from the fount
of our innermost
seat of our desires/emotions
and haunting wistfulness
stretching endlessly
as the sky above us
with a beginning and no
end.
it is about love that wells
inside again by sheerness
of a single thought
watching your face light up
forming shadows below
the minute hollow of your
cheeks, only a lover does
observe/only an intimate
friend can see that smile
complimenting the mystical
amber of your eyes.
from that depth an image
will rise that resembles
my own face/i wonder if
you also see your face
mirrored in midst all these
polished splinters that
resemble a gem for you
a gem – you say –
that are my eyes
this disk of color that
changes in moods of joy
and in heights of lust
lighting up all facets
like flames in crystal glass.
it’s in midst of my fierce
poundings into your
welcome-wetness that
takes me into its slippery
sleeve that swallows
my throbbing shaft
that fucks you fiercely
pushing us into more
burning heights.
along the corridor of our
wistful desires
we knock on the doors
of our innermost –
the seat of our souls –
that lie behind in pureness
in this prurience that fills
my gasping mouth
my breathing up
and let my spirit fly away
together with yours.
zoltanzelan
for my readers: an ongoing first publication of ballads, called “Cantos Libidos”. I appreciate your loyal following and also at times a world-wide increasing interest in my poetry. Thank you all. zz.