greens

in the midst of dense fresh leaves

on shrubs and trees

he denuded her with his fingers

that hold his pen of seduction

her mind commands him/ urges him

to come close/ yet he still enjoys

the erotic tension of the artist’s

moment

when pen strokes paper/ soft and

yielding

until the ritual of an artist’s foreplay

has been burnt on the skin of this

incredible moment.

his fingers spread around a ball

of her weighted breasts

where her point of burn has signalled

him in rubicund beauty

the entry of his seduction

he draws and shapes with his fingers

like rodin shaped his sensual

clay-fantasies

before kneading his libido together

with hers –

so the artist/ poet/ so the volutuous

ivory sculpture he had created

in between the sated emerald greens.

greens.sneerg

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’21.

One thought on “greens

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.