I am still stroking your skin sweet-taking <br />you lightly up to the hair <br />because else differently it is adjoining to us <br />and I am not asking about the price, <br />she is already only mine, <br />well I feel because charm as ever, <br />to predict was it possible at peeping at stars <br />and you are saying: <br /> <br />quietly... <br />good... <br />good... <br /> <br />you are as the astronomer - amateur sometimes <br />even you are sipping, because <br />the full barrel, but I lilac - without <br />I am smelling in the bunch, and right away you want <br />us to eat the pheasant, in the library even, <br />I prefer the smell of the acacia and I like large water <br />because sea breakers not terrible for me, <br />and I in my way I am setting off all the way to Africa <br /> <br />and you suppress tears, <br />the tiny bereavement <br /> <br />isn't giving for pain, these are only <br />small change, compared with the rest, <br />which I to the truth don't already need. <br />and you suppress tears, <br />the tiny bereavement, <br />to predict was it possible <br />at peeping at stars <br />and you are saying: <br /> <br />quietly... <br />good... <br />good...<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-you-suppress-tears-tiny/
