"Muzete mi dat...." *
Kiss me under wet trees in the murmur of
leaf-talk,
It is not time to be old.
Your stubble glitters like sand
It is not time to be old,
You will love me into vapor
We breathe through quick wet hearts.
* “Muzete mi dat....” is Czech for “Give
me...”
flagstones shimmering,
paths turned muddy.
Love me in the wild arms of evening under
The floody wind whispers
and somewhere
bivalves breathe small breaths
through mud.
The world smells of sex.
blankets,
the city waking below us.
shrinking among dusty wood and woolens.
I will know you into nothingness.
Lips and scarves of laughter,
the inviolable sleeves of love --