& nbsp; the janitor shuffles with a Broom in the morning.
& nbsp; Dog barking. The door to the balcony is open.
& nbsp; I am Angry, you are angry with me;
& nbsp; and steam puffs out of the cauldron.
& nbsp; Day boil, quarrel in the evening,
& nbsp; Love lavish fervor and heat.
& nbsp; So hot that there is nothing to calm us,
& nbsp; Sly, or what, the lid pressed?
& nbsp; Does not the geyser gush on the Kurils?
& nbsp; Does not the ocean knock you down?..
& nbsp; Here's the tap you have fully opened,
& nbsp; Here I am bubbling like a washing titanium.
& nbsp; we Swear such things that the furniture trembles;
& nbsp; So much profanity, confusion…
& nbsp; & nbsp; and okay. Nothing. Let. Looks like,
& nbsp; that heart to heart we have become attached.