maybe that is a fall
or maybe – a spring
or maybe – a winter
that’s falling in love
and calls for an April
bird talk and for yin
or maybe – a summer
a wasp which still grows
oh God take it away –
You asked once before
and don’t let me look back
to catch hungry eyes
to not feel a cold touch
of lips anymore
I would rather be wine
for winds – sweet and iced
which paints heartbeat outbursts
and cuts movie cords
maybe pain is still bright –
its shelter – in head
maybe I am too far
and can’t hear a word
maybe “never” in “heaven” –
honey instead
25 January, 2019
maybe that
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2019
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