twentyninth song

at night he is restless and

in thought he gazes

into the silk-blue fading

afternoon

his eyes are closed and

his heart beats faster

faster when he recalls

the sweetness of their

longings and for her he

incantates:

“sit on me love

crouch intimately tight

clasp onto me your

body’s glowing night

piercing my love

into your gate of fire

liquefied and ardent

in fireworks of this

suffocating fuck

we melt into

rivers of wetness

into the stream of

lustful happiness.”

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’02/’20.

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