Patience

no matter, where you’ve been

and what you’ve seen in silent moments,

when he is lying on your bed

with charming lips what slightly open:

his curls and skin like mirror of the water,

like glass of whiskey, viscous porter.

he fell asleep in crumpled shirt

without taking off his bluest jeans,

his voice so deep, but he is not a bird,

I have enough, I’m full of tints.

I feel how beauty shrouds my soul,

I cannot stop deifications,

my body strong, but I adore…

adore until I lose my patience.

20.04.2022