
the day was long and
tedious
the words that I seek
now hang in tatters
around the branches of
my tested brain
there is no way I can
escape from this ticker tape
trashed environment.
my head is saw and my
arm seeks some rest
as if it would be tired
of its permanent attachment
to my body
in a sudden attempt for
an independent life.
my heart is aching
i have not heard from you
since yesterday
there! a message!
a sign that you’ re alive
thinking of me
in my tiny writer’s place
this space I would not
trade for any riches –
‘yes’ you say, ‘i seek you!’
my heart beats out
loudly in a leap.
‘i kiss you softly’ I reply
‘because i love you’
‘i want you now!’ you urge
‘it is high time for me
‘i have to go!’
it is a time that puts on
pressures even for
love and leisure
but sometimes love is
sweet thus pressured
off come clothes and shoes
shirts and pants
i hold you in my arms
i feel the hardness on me
your body rubs into.
in this sudden flux of feelings
want and burns of desire
that light-up our bodies
with a glow that wanted
to be ignited
by an instant action.
i spread you on the floor
of this soft fine carpet
white/artificial/fur like grass
inviting you to stretch
and wriggle
turning me and sliding
onto me
riding me in this prurience
of this special moment
that makes this fuck
so sweet and burning
and double lustful
in fear
that someone could come
and see us fornicating
through the window’s
faded/blue stained frames
that stand invitingly ajar.
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’02/’20.
this is my fifth song/ballad/ so brace yourself, could you stand another thirty-plus nine?
enchanting singing. zz.