Your freckles are definitely stars.
And there are two moons, blue-green,
and the breasts are Mays;
The Milky Way of your lips,
The meteors of the eyelashes,
I want to be gently-rude,
The blaze of the summer lightnings of your eyes,
The scarlet sunset of your cheeks, -
and I am at your feet,
saucy sluts,
at your hands, wondrous birds.
Give me a drink, quench my thirst to my heart’s content
Let me lie low to your lymphs,
(Winds at the sides of your rivers)
into your secret
dive, headlong.
The valley of your back, the hills of your bottom,
I am a wayfarer, and you are both the way
and the most marvelous of the guides.
A wayfarer
© Copyright: Митя Золотов, 2014
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