lovemaking

he moves about in a dream

time frames pass without recognition

by his mind – a blank canvas where

he paints her portrait/ a nude with

a soft feel all around/ without accurate

body shapes/ perhaps an idea

picasso inspired him with. whatever.

he only has to ask her for a session

of some sensuous fotographs

but that wouldn’t be the same

as doing a life sitting –

perhaps why she suggested in the

first place to do a portrait of him

using the fotographic method

so to avoid the nearness

desires to come up?

well/ he had only one muse

to watch and feel him in an act

of autoeroticism/ closely embraced

in a niche at a portal of a historical

byzanthine church

with a century old wooden door

to lean against in pure ecstasy

she called: lovemaking.

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’21.

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