I look after you
I look after you motionless today the sun and the clouds are absent I read you my poems from meadows but my naked soul does not touch you some stanzas are dripping my blood you’re the embodiment of arguments and contradictions a cherub of dream I read you my poems from meadows but my naked soul does not touch you let me come to spoon in your cold breath let me dare convince your indifference you’re like magnet charming cyborgs and galaxies your smile is one of a clown so modest and candid one smile I guess it could be too much I’d get stoned in my happiness for a moment at least











