I wish I could have you one time,
I would, perhaps, get away,
As a burr roadside,
And maybe got hungry again?
It would be really hard.
So there is something besides.
Although, you know, the body
For soul is - a pantomime.
I like only special, some
Boys - put the light off,
I learn them at once by touch,
Their ankles are slim and tall,
By shoulders and slender wrists,
By fragrance as from the sea,
A mile away smell of grief,
If they have no hero with.
They have a waterfall hair
Black like the pitch of night.
In my soul they invoke currents
Which I cannot overcome,
For me they are dizziness,
Excess of strength in the chest,
I wish I could find among them
One to love always, the best.