Do not call me

Please, don't call me don't love me, don't touch me (as if I was ivy) do not strangle me between hallucinatory words, woven from languid desires, let me run free, barefoot, through the morning dew, through the blooming vine, I'll get drunk with the rays of the day, -make you fall asleep like a bird in its nest, I will carry all summer rains with my woven arms in clay amphorae, I will rock all summer rains, in my arms yellow like dandelions, all summer rains will fly, only for you they will fly ...don't call me, don't love me, don't touch me (as if I was ivy) let me float free, barefoot, through the morning dew, through the blooming vine, I'll get drunk on the rays of the day, a bird in its nest, I'll make you fall asleep, I will gather all summer rains with my hungry arms like beewax, …only for you All summer rains will fly, only for you, I’ll light up the ovens of the sky to polish the clay, and change its cheekbones, before the blood produces its lithography