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
Copyright ©
Maria Mitea
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