FORREST OF A PLEASURE

 

there…

where the moss

will welcome

naked souls

there…

where the laugh

will be spread out

of the stream’s flow

there…

where the red juicy lips

will be aiming

to get lost

into a sweet body

of  its God

there…

No limits

But

No exit

There…

***

 

we're laying

in the bed

Shimborska and me

whispering

about the time

HERE and THERE

not considering 

we're pinned 

in BETWEEN

 

 

 

Lullaby

 

 

the sparrows

finished their

long day market

and  cold

evening settled down

on the threshold

of your house

sleepless

butterflies

clothe you

in a dream

swinging on your

eyelashes

 kissing you

Goodnight

Goodnight

Goodnight