There where the wind knocks at the breast
And makes you forget about warm touches of rye
Leaving the only way out on the arms –
Infinity is embraced at the shoulders
And
words are set free from the tone
And
Daphnis doesn’t look for Chloe anymore
Because
Penelope got married long ago.
It does not really matter what you choose for breakfast.
You remember only the taste of bread
that
we ate after those pit-less olives
(though I preferred them with)
You swallow saliva – ears are blocked somehow
It is frightful only in the beginning
and then there is so little of it
with the lips
you scan greedily sentence by sentence
from lips
everything matters
Compulsory Happiness
compulsory happiness
for many long months
there where the wind knocks at the breast
threaded through the needle eye
when you are a tree
so inconspicuous
for many long months
there where the wind knocks at the breast
threaded through the needle eye
when you are a tree
so inconspicuous
AuthorVolja Gapeeva