Not for you the platitudes of recognitions
And the waves of erotic pleasures,
Insincerity of raptures of the boring love dates
And lips, outlined a drooped laugh and soul’s ache…
In my eyes you as alive from my life book —
Elastic body, slightly mocking look,
As if, sculpting a woman, not a stone, —
The Sky catched the meaning delight’s unknown. —
Our movements are passionate and sinless,
Eyes, shyly in the night, in dark sinking, —
So wood goblin plays with the mermaid,
And, hiding, they one another signs sends:
«I am»
And, purling, risible brooks are giving echo them,
But, their noise in the high grass wane.
August2020 – June 2021