Under fragile circumstances,
In a spring drizzling land
We synchronized our paces,
Not attempting to understand
The relevance of our feelings,
The beating of aching hearts;
Breathing, cycling and dreaming —
Like two polite upstarts,
Intervening, remembering touches,
Of your urgent and tender hands,
Like the wind in the forest branches,
Caresses of seaside sand.
Conversation — like flames of the fire
In the night — pulsation of words;
Your eyes, reflecting desire
And a brand new world.
For Zhenia
28.05.16
Under Fragile Circumstances
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2019
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