They Don'T Last

I feel every artery and vein Almost a cup of wine When you love the drops of rain I feel the pulses of equines Your green voice and wild walks In them pulsates a feline heart A geese in the row quacks In your tall neck, muscles look smart When you are focused on a poetry A radiance tinges your cheeks Where the chiselled symmetry Reminds me of the Greeks As you accompany your child to school The sun lays its golden brush Circles of the curls look cool On the nearest tree I am a thrush I watch the handsome visage When at night my eyes move fast It's an enticing montage I stretch my hands, they don't last