Elegy of an Unusual Peak E-Book

Z.J. Galos

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Serie: Elegy of an Unusual Peak
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Seitenzahl: 182

Beschreibung

Z and Ana meet in flesh and blood at the Acropolis of Athens and fall irresistibly in love. During 19 days in love, they experience highs and lows being attracted magically and pulled apart by gender love interests. Their love for poetry and Z's research for his book on love will draw Ana, Renie, Jo, and Nefeli into a close passionate togetherness. Through the nineteen days of passionate loving, Ana could hide her preconditioned illness, but how come, Nefeli is blessed by her to become the new woman in Z's life? Does a prenuptial party reveal all secrets and show a way forward to all close friends, Muses, Nymphs, and Sybils?

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Table of Contents

DAY ONE

DAY TWO

DAY THREE

DAY FOUR

DAY FIVE

DAY SIX

DAY SEVEN

DAY EIGHT

DAY NINE

DAY TEN

DAY ELEVEN

DAY TWELVE

DAY THIRTEEN

DAY THIRTEEN

DAY FOURTEEN

DAY FIFTEEN

DAY SIXTEEN

DAY SEVENTEEN

DAY EIGHTEEN

DAY NINETEEN

DAY ONE

Ican wake early and write

poems. It’s time to shower and

walk to the library, at all times

on my mind. I need all literature

I can find about the Acropolis

and my Greek journal has started:

Day 1, I write down and from

then on my poem flows.

I float on ‘Nike Air-shoes like

Hermes across the populated

avenues and make mental notes

about the landmarks along the

way, through Psirri’s web of

lanes, ancient Byzantine church

of Kapnikarea, along Dragatsaniou

Street, passed Klafthmonos Square

as my tourist map shoes me, and

across Stadiou Street, through

Korai onto Panepistimio Street

passed the University to the swung

marble stairs up into the warm

Athens’ air and toward the hill

where she waits for me. Ana, Ana!

I rush into her arms…

Not so loud, she says, I have to

laugh. Who would wish to be on

top of the hill, wandering between

gravestones and the silent interred

population, victims of the last

Great War?

No, she sighs, it’s the ugly neighbour.

I had problems with her before

She’s a witch on a broom, following

me everywhere.

Gosh Ana, she falls into my arms

as soon as she closed the door and

her hand slides off the bronze handle.

I pull her closer, we embrace. I feel

love, it’s instant, urgent.

Let me pull your clothes off. Mh!

Kisses, burning skin-sensations

hell’s loose. I am hard and she’s

aroused. Let’s fuck. Ah! First things

first, I say and kiss her breasts

suck her nipples, eat away on her

like on a birthday cake, tummy

thighs, spread her legs and taste

her pussy. Mh! Such delicious

juicy cunt my love.

And you? She does the same on

me and she’s already high.

I want you to come, I say, and

kiss her again, sliding across her

pussy, licking her clitoris, she

gasps in her first climax: Uh!

Ah…oh Zenie, oh it’s great,

and as she brings her head forward

again, she breathes: now it’s your

turn, and we play on until we come

Ana is one up on me, she is concerned

with washing rituals, she baths me

kisses me, eats my penis, making

me hard again. Oh god Ana, I’ll die.

I fall asleep and she wakes me up

for another round. You cannot get

enough Zenie, she gasps and rides

me until she comes. I turn her around

and move into her, finding my edge

of excitement. Only then I close my

eyes and concentrate to climax again.

We match, she says, after a rest

pulling me onto her bentwood chair

to straddle me another way, kisses me

rides me in her favourite style

fondles me, entices me to return all

her playful touches, and Ana peaks

again. She never stops, just like me.

She leans against me, sated.

You are a wonderful woman, I whisper

Ana, my lover, my wife and mother…

You make it sound like incest, she

whispers back and I start kissing her

all over, I can arouse her now with

ease…

Enough, she says, uch…

It’s never enough, I reply between

kisses. We must go, she says and

closes the shutters of her room.

How soft the filtered light forms

stripes of light and shadows across

her face and paints her into this

striped blue Venus.

Turn around, I say, you look sexy

from behind too. I have to look at

you Ana, having not seen you like

this for a long time.

Yes, she whispers and smiles.

Why do you whisper?

It’s the witch next door. I know

she trumpets around the block

that I am a loose woman.

But you are my woman now, I say

yes, she whispers, you are my man.

I sleep in the afternoon. The jet-lag

Is not over yet, physically I am well

trained, but Ana took it out of me.

I find sympathy with Jo, who claims

that she is more tired, the more she

sleeps.

You’ll be fine in a few more days.

Jo loves to have a meal in one of

the many tiny places in Plaka Square

but especially in the Pizzeria-Café

where the moon-faced stubby waiter

who smiles, and Jo is happy there.

OK.

*

DAY TWO

How on earth do I walk with light

steps like a dancer, toward the

library of my fateful research,

opening all books I can place

my hands on, and write, write?

The moment art has fused with

an explosive start of love.

Love that is bound to expire

but for now creates the essence

to my love of Classical Art

through a woman, the Muse

vehicle for my transportation

that takes me from understanding

Pericles’ haste of constructing

one of the world’s wonders, and

to dig deeper into the essence

of love.

Who loves whom the deeper

Who’s the more passionate?

I call into the sacred hall of bards

and hear answers in Greek

I do not yet understand, but guess

as I float in the mid-morning air

toward my Muses’ hill and her

blue-striped heaven, in the shade

of great artist’s homes, and one

that had been the home to the

greatest of bards, I do not know

yet.

Ana smiles, as I announce myself

rushing toward her, fleet-footed

hands clasping, body’s crushing

in tight-clasping embraces. I love

your eyes and lips, kissing her.

I cannot get enough of Ana’s kisses

her lips are the ones I desire at first,

their soft lines promising sweetness

and their full shape is a kick-start to

the road uphill, above the city, into

the clouds of a bard’s desire, to be

shaped by love not found any

longer. The road to its excellence

hammered by his rhythmic steps

to reach the next layer of seven steps

Ana mentioned, to be in heaven.

Is that true? She gasps, sinking to

her knees in a kissing frenzy, on the

thick-piled Oriental carpet, that

aides the desires to have it all-out

as soon as she lets go of the shiny

brass handle, and the metal-plated

door closes with a click, as to a

prison, but locking-out the nosy

neighbour and the world of vipers

and howling jackals that assemble

each morning at the gate to the

underworld nearby.

IT’S ALL IN YOUR FANTASY

she says looking seriously.

NO! It’s reality, I snap back

the doors to the underworld are

always close-by, as happiness is

a state, no mortal can enjoy for

as long as we have, Ana.

She sighs and takes my shirt off

opening my jean’s waist-button.

I push her soft-top up, feeling her

breasts…how soft they bounce

into my face, burying me in

playful tugging and I smile, how

can I ever stop kissing her?

How can I ever stop tasting her

skin that is like Phidias’ marble,

my Venus of Knidos, I utter and

pull her trousers down to taste

her most delicious flesh, moist

to my touches and kisses.

Indeed, this is Ana Parthenos

and she is a priestess of love.

My fire is her fire, my body

is her body, and I celebrate her

love with my fellating act.

Let’s go to bed, she whispers

closing doors and shutters.

No light will see our naked

bodies, except the rays in blue

and her amber light that emanates

from the hollow between her

books of poetry and the master

bard of modern poetry, but now

she celebrates our second day

in love and she falls over me

with controlled desire, slowly

and in sliding motion:

I love you dear Zenie, she utters

And rubs herself like a spice of

olive and vanilla into my heated

skin, our body odours fuse, bringing

the best out of all perfumes in this

glorious natural scent, surpassing

all the scents…

I fall in love with Ana anew

I love her with intensity, stretching

her out on the French bed, my hand

rubs her breast, her purple disc

the other her desired cunt, I bury

my face into, my nose strokes along

her wetness, touching her clit, AH

she moves and opens her legs wide,

AH, Zenie, come now,

she pulls me up and it’s time to

slide upon her moistened skin

and find my moment of penetration

to be the slowest, most venerated

dipping until now.

The first circling of her cunt: glove

over my cock’s head.

Yes, I freeze and the act of fornication

is sacred, desired, but sanctioned from

the gods.

I feel it over my whole being, rebirth

is a mere moving, pushing and

pulling-act, never stopping though:

I love you Ana, I utter below my

laboured breath, as I move in her

like a shy deer, breaking from the

blue mist, changing into the

rising son of a god, in gilded armour

and I tell her I want her…

She presses the palm of her hand

over my lips that utter love words

in the wake of a cry, but she is first

to utter, having her initial height

she wants me to rise to my climax

but I can’t.

This love is insane, she says and

I want it so much…

Zenie, what will happen to us

lovers?

Nothing, I just love and do not

think what happens; but you’ve

not yet come, she whispers, let

me treat you…

she uses her imagination, her skills

with fingers, lips and tongue, coaxing

me to rise again with her loving and

she wants to ride me and I love it as

a further excitement. Ah, I say, my

time will come to love you still,

how beautiful you are my love,

moving gracefully upon my hard

and throbbing shaft, and Ana’s libido

is raised faster by my murmuring

I see her mouth open and her head

snaps back, coming again, this time

forgetting the witch hovering next

door, listening at the thin wall and

surprise visits of husband or members

of her extensive family, a daughter

coming home anytime; she moves

like a piston up and down and I close

my eyes to enjoy Ana, fondling her

breasts, until she is exhausted…

but you have not come yet, she is

concerned and I ask her to turn

around, her well-defined spinal

grove facing me, pivot slowly

I say, don’t lose my cock from your

pussy, as she does it to perfection.

How exciting, she says, and I ask her

let me move in and out of you from

below and she whispers never before

have I done this, as I concentrate with

a rhythm of push and pull into her, until

I find my sweet spot of friction against

her changed uterus, sliding around her

in conscious circles, and the effort is

no big deal in love, yet lust is

overflowing, making me dance in her

pushing against me in her want, ah Ana

AH…Are you coming? She gasps, her

lower back in the caress of my fingers

spotted with emerging pearls of sweat

will turn me on for her even more

let go, she says, let go the arrow…

now…ah, she sighs, AH, UH…

I join her in our short exclamations

of peaking, we both gyrate, letting our

bodies merge in sweet pain and a final

spurt of juices…AH, ANA YOU CUNT

SWEETEST CUNT…UH…

She cries for the first time this way:

YOU COCK, I LOVE YOUR COCK

IN ME, COME ZENIE, COME…

I shoot out with all I have in me, once

in my entire life I feel free to come in

the greatest orgasm I have known

never before I gasp, but now, but now.

In the blue light, below the water-world

diving into the mysteries of sexual love.

NOW, NOW, OH ANA…

Now is the day of days and the intensity

of our love that burns me into ashes

I will bury in the underworld of tombs

next door.

AH ZENIE, AH…let me lie on you.

She disengages from our piercing clinch

and lies on top of me, grabbing my penis

with her wet pussy and let it slide slowly

out of her vagina, loose, drenched

swimming in the sea of love’s heaven.

Paradise…I say, she gasps and buries

her head in my shoulder.

We rest and sigh, our slower breathing

returns again.

Your heart pounds into mine, she says.

Zenie, my man I love you. I love you

the most of all I ever loved.

I do too Ana, I say, and feel not a twinge

of jealousy against all of her loves, she

had before me. I feel complete, one with

her. I tell her whispering.

We clean and I become aroused as soon

as she touches me in the shower.

Zenie, you are not easy to satisfy, hard

again she loves me, sliding down on me

slipping my cock into her mouth.

I feel not tired, but invigorated. Ana!

I stroke her head and neck.

Let’s go to bed again, I say.

No, she replies, let me sit in your lap.

She straddles me, moving on me

seated on her ‘Thonet’ chair, without

arms. I stretch as she increases her

movements.

I love to move freely, she says, and

see your face, your expressions in

lust. Ana is an active woman and

I admire her firm breasts, whose

pointed nipples graze my skin like

needles, arouse me further as I clasp

to her, she touches her clit, rubbing

she reaches quickly a height, throwing

back her head, her mouth gapes open

like her pussy as she comes.

Ah Zenie, ah! Come, come, I bend down

for you, but I can’t come any more, I say

but I’ll carry-on loving you, until I’ll

fade from you.

I feel my jetlag coming back and Ana

relaxes. Zenie, she says suddenly and

kisses me with tenderness and a lover’s

touch, Zenie, how much I love you…

her torso shudders with convulsion, her

head sinks to my chest, warm tears

trickle down my skin and arouse me

and she moves on me, but stops and

cries.

I hold her with tenderness, I have never

felt before for a woman, this strong

and intense, and I let her cry, stroking

her back and nape and kissing her cheeks

as she lifts her head. Her tears and her wetness

all over my body, I feel constantly aroused

with her, even if I cannot come.

Let me help you, she says and knees down.

Her tears and body juices have aroused me

again. This time her lips are swollen and

full. I hold her head still and move into her

mouth. I always wanted to fuck your mouth.

I gasp. Oh Ana, oh…I come! I cry and she

lets me spurt into her warm mouth, her

other womb…I die, I gasp, oh Aaa..na…

…my love, she lets me stretch-out on her bed

and she covers my body with hers.

She still sobs now and then, rising suddenly

walking off to the bathroom with her small

steps, but vivid, or even timid to be found

out fucking a stranger, love that’s present

hailed as whoring.

How small is the step from love to deceit

from consenting love to desecrating

fornication that soils the marital vows?

This is what society thinks, I tell her and

she smiles, kissing me. Don’t think Zenie

just feel and fu…fuck you mean? It is an

appropriate word, I cut-in. I never say it

in Greek, she whispers. Say it in English

then to me, I say, it’s liberating for you.

I love to fuck you…good, I love fucking

you, means, I do it all the time…

I do as you say, as it is paradise for me,

I conclude, I can feel it now, just as you

do, just as intense.

You have taught me to love…I whisper.

And you Zenie made me into a woman

again…

*

DAY THREE

The friend, the foe, the poet, writer and

archeologist, all in one meet at the

Dörpfeld’s library and research for the

world of Classical Greece,

below the vaulted ceiling, which has faded

like a dream.

In the dusky light the volumes of books

are perched like pebbles on the beach

portions of the columns that support

the Classicistic hall of fame, paying

tribute to Schliemann and his time

of great discoveries: Troy and the

palace of Agamemnon at Mycenae

great philhellenes of today still

stepping into his footsteps to search

for the elusive labyrinth, that’s

evasive, doubted to exist, put down

as an idea, but so is Atlantis and

so had been once Troy.

Tell me, Ana says, why can’t I

have a library pass too?

Well, I will try, I say, but I cannot

guarantee it, the lady on the first floor

is adamant, only for the serious

researchers and not just students or

casual visitors.

Let me talk to her, I say and she looks

me up and down, she is not sympathetic

to us love birds, I sense from her

penetrating looks.

I am an archeologist and teacher, Ana

says and the librarian smiles at her,

not at me.

There you are Ana, I say later, sitting

with her in the historical main hall

she likes you more than me.

Ha, Ana says, I sensed it, she’s a

tribadist by heart, whatever I say.

It is more important that you sit now

next to me, legs touching and eyes

on the pages of our books, I say.

What are you researching Zenie?

The sacred district of Delphi, see?

Oh Delphoi, she whispers.

How wonderfully the layout had

been assembled. Imagine the beauty

and splendour. In my mind the

precinct of Apollo and the path for

the processions comes to life.

I can see the statues of all heroes

and the masses gathering around

Pythia’s tripod, as she is misted by

the fumes from the crack in the earth

where she listens to the messages from

gods in the Mt Olympus and murmurs

from the underworld.

AH ZENIE you are a poet. I am in love

with you, let’s find a book on the

statues and Hellenistic art for me.

I look it up for you in the index box,

there is one in Greek and another

in German at the far back.

Let’s see, I whisper, it’s rather dark

in this room, and touching hands,

we walk down steps into a niche,

kissing. Hellenism has taken us into

its physical ban. Ah Zenie, you can’t…

she whispers. Just feel and don’t

think, I say and kiss her more intense,

and she wishes to stand-up and melt

into the deeper shadow, I need to

make love like you drew it for me:

My hands against the books,

stretched-up, lift me up Zenie, lift

me up, she whispers and then slides

down onto me. It takes my initial

strength to align my stance.

It is as if you are Hercules, she

gasps, oh Zenie, how I love you

in between all these wonderful

books…ah, yes, I say, we soar above

the library and the city into the clouds,

two birds of prey that fly as high as

our wings of imagination will take us.

Ah Ana…

High and falling down into the

hillside’s blocks of perched

agglomeration, where Ana takes me

to her sacred precinct, the marble temple

of blue-tinted mystery that resembles

late love.

I fall to fast and she cannot catch me,

hurting my ankle, foot and leg. I cry

and whine, curling like a child in a

fetal position; she is now the mother

and I’m her son. You always fancied

incest, I say, and fall asleep in her

arms.

I dream that I hate my mother, having

married her I have to pierce my eyes

and vanish like Oedipus rex, but

who will look after me, but my

daughter? Was she up to this

compassionate task?

You have a fever, Ana says and

she washes me and dries me, kissing

me all over.

Still you are hard for me, she laughs.

I never had a man like you Zenie Chrysos.

Yes? I reply, but I cannot love my mother

the way she loves me, going down on me

and offering me her body, unfolding her

legs and pulling me into her womb.

You are delicious…ah…Ana sighs.

It is our forbidden love that makes you

think of incestuous love, she whispers

as she comes up. I kiss her scented lips.

Tomorrow, you rest, she says.

I can’t, I say, I need to love you

straight away.

Oh Zenie, she coos, where will all

this loving lead us?

Into heaven, I say and penetrate her.

Ana’s weary day: She is not well

and I take her to the park, outside

the library, sipping frappe and then

shedding our clothes in the bushes.

Zenie you drive me nuts, I need you

like a drug. It’s now three days we love

and still we cannot get enough.

My, she says, you are beautiful and

hard; and I say: you can’t get enough of

oral love.

I love your cock, she says and eats me.

Uh. I gasp as she takes me into her

warm mouth. One day there will be

nothing left of us, she laughs and is

the happiest woman I ever remember

I’ve been with sexually. She has always

another angle of approach to the same

theme.

Indeed you are a gifted writer, I say,

and laud her ideas, but she denies

to write about sex with me.

You told me you write about your

experiences, I gasp in the hot air,

now hotter for me with every breath.

How can I, she says and returns to

sucking me. I cannot die without

you, I say and close my eyes.

Wait Zenie, her breathing is fast,

let me bend down for you, she

drops her pants.

Oh Ana, it is good, this pounding

to the rhythm of city noises, ah, ah,

ah.