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ZELENY OSUD
Do you know when the Moon feels most naked?
It's in the morning, when it looks down upon the crowns
Of Fresh bottle-green birches and on the mists
Causing the devil's spots to caress; yet if I may
I know even stranger ones – two white bridges
That connect the buttocks – and if someone stood
Upon them, entirely fused in wonder stood,
Like the Moonfish gazing at the city.
It is Green destiny – morning nudity,
Yet it is the single moment, a tiny moment,
When we show our bodies, but the glory
Will be reaped by my lover Parasol, traveler
Right? You go to watch the sunrise
And its passing – yet who ever comes
Behind me – and raise their hands in greeting?
That they don't want to be blinded? I don't believe that.
Only a single moment is ours to share,
That is when our lips kiss the others,
Stepmothers join hands and tighten
Their garments! Yet if only
That moment lasted an eternity, to kiss
You, your blazing velvety tongue
For miles through all the folds, that overtakes
The austere mirror-eyes of evening sequins.
Yet it sounds like a dream – that loving
Enchantment, even now when I close
My eyes – I hear the swish of hands, I re-
call, we cuddle before everyone without sin.
So I will end this remembering of mine,
Yet it was Felicitas's minute,
And sometimes it comes again and is lost over and over,
So why keep your pale cheeks still so sad?
