Here you are close to me.
Your breath touch my lips,
and your think,
your thin think,
full of tenderness,
is there ...
where is your breath.
You touch my palm
and your eyes rush
to your hand.
Your warm thought
penetrates into my skin
together with touch.
You cuddle up lips
to my shoulder ...
like an electric current
your subtle thought without words.
Then you suddenly
simply as any fool,
looked to my eyes
carefully ...
and found nothing.
Dharana
© Copyright: Джаан, 2011
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