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by aleksandar on avg.15, 2010, under Nekategorizovano
I know how to love her
and to kiss her with my eyes in which I have framed her lips
I can even, when she’s nowhere, create her here in front of me
I can forse her to tilt her wings
and move into me and drink out all my blood, I don’t mind
…
She would be able to blind me
only if her image is left under the eyelids
of the dead eyes
she could, buy she won’t petrity me
and draw a heart on my chest full of herself
She could thread the years with me
and she could love the sons who would look alike me
I can also keep quiet
but what I can do when my thought is loud
and when it only hovers around her
like a bee around the blooming sunflower head
I could be living and living
but I’ve decided to die because of her in the following hundred years
only to write everything I had conceived
aleksandar