Summer of our love

There are many trees in the garden of our feelings.
There are many rooms in our house of love.
But yet not so many that we couldn’t count them.
I don’t know in which of them
you’ll run me down today.
But I know for sure, that it will happen today,
as it had already happened
yesterday…
 
You’ll run me down
in the high grass of our quick hands and kisses.
There where no one could ever chanced to see
even shadows of our love…
The warm earth will approve our downs,
the blue sky won’t resist our ups.
All the birds, beetles and bees
will sweetly scratch their fluffy bellies
and send bubbles of pleasure
to stream into the marvelous sky.

What day is it today?
What time is it just now?
But today it will be much more better
than as in somebody’s last day.

Darling, choose any of the rooms, do, please,
and set the very right hour,
so that no one, nohow and never
could be chanced to see
how you had run your baby down,
so that she had no time to say "yes"
or even "ye e e e…"

You are so strong in your arguments,
loving, longing, lusting…
And I am so easy to adjust.
We are so safe now,
as we could not ever be...
So don't be so fast
at last.

29.07.2013