You dwell in my poems
Not everyone can
It is a place
For your eyes only
For your lovely smile
Your hair dancing in the wind
Your arms with gentle embrace
Your beautiful lips
That leave traces
Red and blue
All over...
Yes! Why are you smiling
Acting ignorant?
Like you don’t know!
And then, in the morning light...
Oh, look how lovely
My silk scarf fits
Around your neck...
People notice it, you know,
My beloved...
My poems are your realm
You rule my heart
And my soul
You run happily through my veins
Your realm are these words as well
You belong to my heart
And my soul
I love you
Categories:
maxima, art, blessing, city, dance,
Form: Free verse
Is there sensory light?
She asked me while
I was sitting quietly
on the threshold of anticipation,
gazing into the soul of a cat,
thinking about how it would be.
.. to escape forever into a realistic
doctrine of untouched upcoming truths.
So how do you interpret the difference
between sensory and physical light?
Those figurative intentions that sparkle
in the eye can’t hide behind curiosity.
I said: come here, little green-eyed one.
You know, since early this morning,
it’s somehow simply put,
my lips are really itching mmmmmmm.
I’d like to try, at least with my lips on your body,
to prove that a kiss is an expression
of inner shaping and a symptom
of a state, not a performance
- of an inner world that is forming
for you in my heart.
Categories:
maxima, beauty, creation, dream, for
Form: Free verse
I don't trust politics, therefore I am
Otherwise I've no chance to be me
But somebody else, quite a different man
Not the one that I happen to be
I believe in love, therefore I’m a lover
And you must be a lover as well
Otherwise we might be undercover
Of something that looks quite like hell
They count our money, they want us to reveal
All that we are, very small
Subjects they scrutinize to make us feel
That we do not matter at all
But I do agree to be that matterless
No reason to argue with them
Anyway I’ll be taken for somebody else
Not the real person I am.
Categories:
maxima, humor, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
I met her at a party.
so quite by accident spontaneously
Just as all ordinary loves begin
And then after ... after, we're orange for two
We had a cramped bed
So we're on the floor
She spoke
You'll catch a cold, you little fool
What are you stubborn,
She spoke
Do you know how much I love you
Wait for me to finish
You know nothing
He tickled his soles she laughed
And then at midnight, we walked by the river
And the river at midnight ...
It rustles and smells somehow different ... divine
And in the split of light
Her little handle is gone
I'm alone now
Alone on this coast
And I have no one ... no one but her
in the mind, in the heart
And that little puppy of ours,
I walk on a long leash
I'm just a beggar
He begged her hand
E My queen, my beautiful angel,
As a thought, I wander the splinters of the day and hope
Categories:
maxima, art, cry, day, emotions,
Form: Free verse
The wind, ruthlessly, has long been scattering gold through the streets.
Tons and tons of gold.
The air, your hands, and your lips smell like roasted chestnuts.
The wind, ruthlessly, has long been blowing gold through the streets.
Tons and tons of gold.
The air, your hands, and your lips smell like roasted chestnuts.
Of shops' windows bigs autumn discounts,
See these shoes -80%
Buy me something?
Please! Please!
Some little thing.
I will if you kiss me.
She kissed me gently.
I love you.
My choice?
Yes!
I bought her a rattling toy.
She laughed and cried at the same time.
You have lipstick on your face!
He, he!
Autumn still gilded the streets of the city.
She was happy.
Categories:
maxima, allah, autumn, beautiful, happiness,
Form: Free verse