Wheat Ears -Selected Poems


Thought pendulates between

my finger’s touch and

thirst of my lips

for the contour of your breast

that sunlit semicircle

in dilating sunrise

spread over our pillow

eyes shut, erotic message

contention of a night full of passion

but why the rooster woke us up?

Why the day came so early?

The night’s pleasure was

as splendid as it could be and

you said —

don’t ask me to get up

let me in this dream a bit longer


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